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WITH THE HARMONY TO LABRADOR

A VISIT TO THE MORAVIAN MISSION STATIONS ON THE NORTH
EAST COAST OF LABRADOR

NOTES OF A VISIT BY THE REV. B. LA TROBE TO THE
MORAVIAN MISSION STATIONS ON THE NORTH-EAST COAST OF LABRADOR

Is an extensive triangular peninsula on the north-east coast of British
North America, Lat. 50° to 62° N., Lon. 56° to 78° W.; bounded N. by
Hudson's Straits, E. by the Atlantic, S.E. by the Strait of Belle Isle,
separating it from Newfoundland, S. by the Gulf and River St. Lawrence and
Canada, and W. by James' Bay and Hudson's Bay. Its area is estimated at
420,000 sq. miles. The vast interior, inhabited by a few wandering
Nascopie Indians, is little known; the coast, mainly but sparsely peopled
by Eskimoes, is rugged, bleak and desolate. Seals abound, and the sea is
well stocked with cod and other fish. The wild animals include deer
(caribou), bears, wolves, foxes, martens, and otters. The Eskimo dogs are
trained to draw sledges, to which they are attached in teams of from eight
to fourteen.

The temperature in winter ranges lower than that of Greenland, the
thermometer often showing a minimum of 70° below freezing-point of
Fahrenheit. The climate is too severe to ripen any cereals, and the flora
is very limited.

The Moravian Mission to the Eskimoes on the north-east coast of
Labrador was established in 1771 by a colony of brethren and sisters from
England and Germany, who on July 1st reached Unity's Harbour, and at once
began the erection of a station, calling it NAIN. An earlier attempt in
1752 under the direction of John Christian Erhardt had failed, the leader
of the little band of missionaries and the captain of the ship, together
with several men of the crew, having been killed by the natives. Five more
stations were subsequently added—viz., ZOAR and HOPEDALE to the south, and
OKAK, HEBRON, and RAMAH to the north of Nain. The distance from Ramah to
Hopedale is about three hundred miles.

Since the year 1770, when the "Jersey Packet" was sent out on an
exploratory trip, the Society for the Furtherance of the Gospel has
maintained regular communication with Labrador by despatching each year a
ship, specially devoted to this missionary object. Eleven different ships
have been employed in this service, ranging from a little sloop of seventy
tons to a barque of two hundred and forty tons. Of these only four were
specially constructed for Arctic service, including the vessel now in use,
which was built in the year 1861. She is the fourth of the Society's
Labrador ships bearing the well-known name "THE HARMONY."

"THE HARMONY"

WITH THE HARMONY TO LABRADOR.

NOTES OF A VISIT BY THE REV. B. LA TROBE.

What can a summer visitor tell of Labrador, that great drear land whose
main feature is winter, the long severe winter which begins in October and
lasts until June? I have been sailing over summer seas, where in winter no
water is visible, but a wide waste of ice stretching thirty, forty, fifty
or more miles from the snowy shores. In the same good ship "Harmony," I
have been gliding between the innumerable islands of the Labrador
archipelago and up the fine fjords stretching far inland among the
mountains, but in winter those bays and straits and winding passages are
all white frozen plains, the highways for the dog-sledge post from station
to station. I have visited each of our six mission-stations, dotted at
intervals of from forty to ninety miles along some 250 miles of the grand,
rocky coast, but I have seen them in their brightest and sunniest aspect,
and can only imagine how they look when stern winter has come to stay for
months, and the thermometer frequently descends to forty, fifty, sixty,
sometimes even seventy degrees below freezing point, Fahrenheit. I have
spent happy, busy days in those Christian villages, nestling close by the
shore under the shelter of one or another hill that cuts off the icy
northern blasts of winter. But I can fancy that their ordinary aspect is
very different to the bustle and interest of the "shiptime." I have
enjoyed the kindly hospitality of successive mission-houses, one as neat
and clean as the other. But I have seen none of them half buried, as they
often are, in snowdrifts of fifteen or twenty feet deep. The summer sun
sent down powerful rays into the windows of the pleasant guest-chamber
usually facing southward, but in mid-winter the Okak mission-house lies in
the shadow of a great hill for weeks, and at other stations the sun
describes a low curve over the opposite mountains, and does little more
than shed a feeble ray of cheer upon the mid-day meal.

One unpleasant experience of the warmer season I have shared with our
missionaries, which they are spared in winter. That is the inconvenience
of the swarms of mosquitoes and sand flies, which make them almost glad
when the brief summer yields to a cooler autumn.

On the other hand many phases of Labrador life do not change with the
season of the year, least of all the spiritual verities which there, as
elsewhere, concern the welfare of the bodies and the souls of men, and the
eternal principles which should rule the life that now is, as well as that
which is to come. The Christian life of the dwellers in those
mission-houses, and, thank God, of the goodly congregations gathered
around them, has its source in a perennial fountain, flowing summer and
winter from the upper sanctuary. This is the matter of main interest to my
readers, therefore I will transcribe, or rather adapt, some diary pages,
hoping they may convey correct impressions of the daily surroundings and
local conditions under which our dear, self-denying missionaries are
constantly toiling to win souls, and build up truly Christian
congregations.

ARRIVAL AT HOPEDALE, THE SOUTHERN STATION.

Hopedale, Zoar, Nain, Okak, Hebron, Raman; these are our Labrador
mission-stations in order from south to north, and as we visited them in
the "Harmony," with one exception. From Okak we went straight to Ramah,
and returned southward to Hebron, whence we sailed for Europe. Each
station consists of the mission premises and a group of Eskimo dwellings,
situated on the shore of a bay, affording safe and convenient anchorage
for the ship which brings supplies. From Hopedale to Ramah is about 250
miles, "as the crow flies," but the ship traverses a hundred miles more in
its passages from place to place. The distances between the stations are
about as follows:—

Hopedale to Zoar 90 miles

Okak to Hebron 70 miles.

Zoar to Nain 40 "

Hebron to Ramah 60 "

Nain to Okak 80 "

The accompanying log of our voyage gives a résumé of its history. I
will take up my more detailed sketches on the day when we arrived at
Hopedale, the southern station.

THE 119th VOYAGE OF THE SOCIETY'S VESSEL.(28th
of present barque "Harmony.")

June 20. Wed.—Farewell Service in London Docks.

" 23. Sat.—Left London.

July 3. Tues.—Arr. at Stromness (Orkney Isles).

" 6. Fri.—Left Stromness.

(London to Labrador, 41 days.)

Aug. 3. Fri.—Arr. at Hopedale.

" 13. Mon.—Left "

" 14. Tues.—Arr. at Zoar.

" 19. Sun.—Left "

" 19. Sun.—Arr. at Nain.

" 27. Mon.—Left "

" 29. Wed.—Arr. at Okak.

Sept. 5. Wed.—Left "

" 9. Sun.—Arr. at Ramah.

" 14. Fri.—Left "

" 17. Mon.—Arr. at Hebron.

" 25. Tues.—Left "

(Stay in Labrador, 53 days.)

Oct. 26. Fri.—Re-entered London Docks.

(Homeward Voyage, 31 days.)

The whole voyage occupied 125 days, or close
upon 18 weeks.

August 3rd, 1888. It is six weeks all but a day since we left London.
We might have reached Hopedale three days ago, for we were within eighty
miles. But a dense fog made it impossible to venture among the islands,
where drift ice might be added to the dangers of rocks. So we have been
driving to and fro for the last three days and nights over a high sea,
studded with icebergs hidden from us by a thick white mist, which made
everything wet and cold. It has been the least pleasant and most anxious
part of our voyage hitherto. This morning the fog cleared away, and we
could see how good the Lord had been to us, for the icebergs were still
surrounding us, but had never been permitted to come nigh our vessel. (Not
till later did we know how well He had not only protected but piloted us.
Drift ice beset the whole coast, but during those three days it cleared
away southward. Nor could we have reached Hopedale by the usual southerly
route, past the Gull Island, even on August 3rd. The course by which we
were taken, nolens volens, was the only one open).

As morning wore on our swift progress brought us to the outer islands,
bare bleak rocks, at whose base the sea was breaking terrifically. The
first was Ukalek (the hare), about equal distance from Nain, Zoar, and
Hopedale. We turned southward, our good ship speeding along before a
favourable breeze and rolling heavily. Many icebergs of all shapes and
sizes were visible around our now widened horizon. Tremendous waves were
beating against their gleaming white sides, and sending the spray high
towards their towering pinnacles, in one case clean over a huge berg
perhaps 150 feet high.

Presently the Eskimoes at their northern fishing-places caught sight of
us. Yonder are two boats sailing from that barren island, and we can now
see three or four Eskimoes in each. As we overtake them they fire their
guns and shout. See, on that island to the right is a regular little
encampment, two or three tents, and men, women, and children running about
excitedly, waving their arms and hallooing. Soon they launch their boats
and row after us. The Ship Hill has been visible for some time. Now we see
the red roof of the mission-house, and the little cupola of the church.
Thank God! the flag is flying at the mast-head, i.e., at the top of the
station flagstaff; no death has occurred in the mission circle. Yonder
Eskimoes on the rocks, congregated about their little cannon, fire their
salutes and shout their welcome. Now we are sailing into the harbour. With
mingled feelings I scan the mission-house. Yes, there are some of the
missionaries at the door. They run down to the pier, launch their boat and
are coming off to us, rowed by two men and two women. I recognize old Boaz
from his photograph; and that is Verona, good faithful soul. But there are
only Mrs. Dam, and the Brethren Kaestner, Asboe, and Hansen. Where are the
rest? Mr. Bourquin has not arrived from Nain; no news from the North; Mr.
Dam is ailing, and must return to Europe with us. Mrs. Asboe and Mrs.
Kaestner await us, so we are soon off in the boat to get another warm
welcome at the door of the mission-house, about half-past five.

HOPEDALE.

I am conducted to the guest-chamber, and ere long we meet at the tea
table, around which the whole mission family is assembled with their
visitors. First our gratitude is expressed for the many mercies to each
and all, included in the safe arrival of the "Harmony," and then ensues a
lively interchange of news and mutual interests.

I will content myself with a few explanations of the accompanying view
of the station from the bay. In winter the aspect of the whole landscape
would be very much whiter, and the foreground not water, but ice. The
bare, rocky ship hill which forms the background still had considerable
patches of snow when we arrived early in August, but it melted from day to
day during our stay, for the summer sun asserts its power during its brief
sway. The mission-house in the centre of the picture is connected with the
church by a covered passage, and the building with the three gable-ends,
on the other side of it, is the store. The gardens, really wonderful in
results when the climate is considered, are situated at some distance to
the rear of the mission premises. The Eskimo village lies mostly to the
right, where only one or two log huts are visible in the picture. Some of
the native houses are behind the mission premises, including that of Jonas
and his capable wife Lydia, perhaps the neatest and best furnished home of
an Eskimo to be found in Labrador. The three windows to the right of the
front door of the mission-house belong to the rooms occupied by Mr. and
Mrs. Asboe. If there be as much snow this winter as last, they may be in
the dark, part of the time. The three centre windows of the upper story
show Mr. Hansen's rooms, and on each side of these are the dwellings of
Mr. and Mrs. Kaestner and Mr. and Mrs. Lundberg.

A STROLL "TO THE HEATHEN

The only "road" in all Labrador is the broad path at Hebron traversed
by the only wheeled vehicle in the country, a queer little wagon drawn by
dogs, and used to fetch water for the house. But great service to
succeeding generations of missionaries has been rendered by those who have
employed some of their leisure in making pleasant paths leading to points
of view or places of interest. For such a remote settlement, Hopedale is
rich in well-made walks, though they are by no means so extensive as the
winding paths in the fir woods behind Nain, the oldest station. And as I
can bear witness, the present generation of missionaries have at each
station fairly done their duty in adding to the roads along which their
successors in the service shall take their social strolls or their lonely
prayerful walks in communion with the best of friends.

What an illustration of the spiritual service in such a land! The
pioneer finds all in the roughest phase of nature. With infinite trouble
and pains he prepares the way of the Lord, making the rough places plain;
here he takes away the rocks and stones which bar the way, there he builds
up, so making His paths straight. And where the good-work has been begun,
other missionaries follow on the same lines; and so by grace it shall go
forward, until the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall
see it together.

One of the Hopedale paths leads "to the heathen," and what more
interesting spot could we visit than those three mounds, which are all
that remain of the former winter dwellings of the original heathen
population. One by one, and sometimes several at once, when the Spirit of
the Lord was powerfully bringing home to their hearts the Gospel preached
by the early missionaries, the inmates of these abodes moved from their
pagan surroundings and began to make themselves Christian homes around the
mission-houses.

On our way to the long uninhabited ruins of this older group of abodes,
we will pass through the Christian village, which has thus sprung up at
Hopedale as at all the other stations. It consists of irregular groups of
little log houses, planted with little attempt at symmetry. Their Eskimo
owners have no idea of a street. Perhaps some day the conception may occur
to them as they read in their Bibles of "the street which was called
straight." Nor do they need any words in their language for "rent,"
"rates," or, "taxes." Here in the south and at the station most influenced
by civilization, the majority of the little houses are built of logs and
even roofed with wood. Some are covered with turf. The dwellings of our
people in the north are much more primitive. Each house has its low porch,
a very necessary addition in this land of "winter's frost and snowing."

Between the houses and in their porches lie many dogs. One of these
wolf-like creatures follows us over the rocks to the burial-ground, and
then runs off to fish on his own account. The dogs scour the shore for
miles in search of food, for, with the exception of those belonging to our
stores, they mostly have to forage for themselves. They like seal and
reindeer meat, but there are times when they can get neither flesh nor
fish. Then they turn vegetarians, spring over the fences of the mission
gardens and help themselves.

We enter the irregular enclosure, where lie the bodies of many, who
have fallen asleep during the hundred years that Hopedale has stood. Here
are some Eskimo graves with little headstones, bearing brief inscriptions,
but more mounds without identification. In one corner lies a group of
graves of touching interest—the missionaries and their children—who have
taken sepulchre possession here.

Thence our way lies along the shore. What is that noise? It is a whale
blowing in the smooth water. Look, yonder rises the column of spray, and
now a great fin appears for a moment over the surface. Wait awhile, and
the monster will blow again. Yes, there he is, spouting and diving; on the
whole, we can hear more than we can see of him.

Over rock and moss, variegated with lovely little flowers, we reach the
path which skirts the old heathen sites. Little more than the outline of
the former turf houses is visible. The turf roof has fallen in, or been
carried away, but the low mounds which formed the walls remain, as also
the roofless curving porch, which in each opened out to the sea. More than
one hundred persons of both sexes and all ages are said to have inhabited
these three houses, and their heathen life here, with its cruelties,
sorceries, and other unhallowed phases, can better be imagined than
described. It must have been a great advance for them in every respect
when they moved to the mission-station, established nearly half a mile
away, and began to learn the faith and hope which have given it its name.
In those days there must have been a good many such heathen villages along
this coast with a nomad population far more numerous than now.

Thence we easily ascend the ship hill, over rock and moss, and
occasional patches of snow. The view is really grand, though bleak and
bare. Hundreds of rocky islands lie between us and the seaward horizon,
while to north and south one can scarcely distinguish them from the bold
headlands which stretch out into the ocean. Northward, the white sails of
from thirty to forty fishing schooners are gleaming white in the sun.
Hundreds of these craft pass up the coast from Newfoundland every summer,
and the spiritual interests of their crews are faithfully sought at
Hopedale. Sometimes the Sunday afternoon English service is attended by
more than two hundred such visitors. As we descend the hill and return to
the station past the well-kept gardens, we make our first acquaintance
with mosquitoes, but they do not trouble us much to-day.

JOYS AND SORROWS—A MARRIAGE AND A FUNERAL

Each mission-station is a little world in itself; it has its own joys
and sorrows, and complete cycle of events in the human lives lived here
for a time by the will of God, who has His purposes of love in each and
all. I have touched many of these joys and sorrows during my brief stay
here.

In the godly family of this Hopedale mission-house, it is a time when
the clouds return after the rain. Little Hildegard Kaestner has been lying
for some days between life and death, but at last we can rejoice with her
parents in a degree of hope. The child has even shown a faint interest in
her toys. (I am grieved to hear on my return that the little one passed
away while her father was absent with me on duty.) Our English missionary
sister has also been passing through woman's time of trial and honour, and
we are now able to rejoice with her and her husband in the gift of a
little girl, their firstborn. God bless and keep mother and child!

My visits with Mr. Dam, the pastor, and his wife, to some of the
Eskimoes' houses have been singularly sad. Titus' wife, Katharina,
formerly a good and able woman, has fallen into a pitiable state of
insanity, which is not only a sore sorrow to the good man, but also a
great hindrance to his earning a livelihood. Then we were suddenly
summoned to the next house, where we found Hermine dying. In the morning
she went out fishing with her husband, Wilhadus. Both were taken very ill
with one of those colds which are so fatal to the Eskimoes, and he feared
he should not be able to bring her home alive. She was nearly gone, and he
very ill, when they did arrive. We found her on the floor, surrounded by
sympathizing and helpful neighbours. But there was little to be done; life
was fast ebbing. Mr. Dam knelt and prayed beside her, then blessed her,
and she feebly responded to his words. The women laid her down
comfortably, and as they sang hymns, amid tears and sobs, she passed away
to be with the Lord, on whom she believed. God be praised that there is
such hope and comfort in this event.

Hermine died on Thursday, and the funeral was on Saturday afternoon,
when a little child was also buried. The first part of the service was in
the church. Then the congregation reassembled just outside, the men by
themselves and the women apart. The larger coffin was borne on the
shoulders of six men, the little one was carried by two. The whole
congregation appeared to be the mourners, nor was poor Wilhadus well
enough to follow his wife's remains to their last resting-place. After
singing a verse in front of the church, the procession moved slowly onward
to the burial ground, where Mr. Kaestner read the litany, and the
responses and singing were beautifully reverent. At his signal the coffins
were lowered into the graves, and he spoke the concluding blessing at
each.

I was present at a marriage service last Sunday. The young bridegroom
and bride sat together on two stools in the middle of the church. They
were simply and plainly dressed in clean white "sillapaks," i.e., light
calico tunics edged with broad braid, mostly red. The woman's was rather
more ornamental than the man's, and had a longer tail hanging over her
skirts. She had a ring on one finger, but that played no part in the
ceremony. In his opening address the minister named the pair. William
Tuktusna comes from the South, and possesses both Christian name and
surname, which is unusual for an Eskimo. The woman is called Amalie. Both
replied with a clear "Ahaila" (yes) to the usual questions of the marriage
service. They then gave the hand to one another, and, kneeling down, a
prayer and the Old Testament blessing confirmed the solemn contract, into
which they had entered before God. As usual the congregation sang the
response, "Jêsum akkâne, Amen." (In the name of Jesus, Amen).

Amalie cried a little during the ceremony, and more as she followed her
husband out of the church, but the heathen custom of feigning sorrow on
such an occasion is dying out. At first she refused William's offer, made
through their missionary, but afterwards she thought better of it. May the
Lord give them a happy and holy union of heart and life!

THREE NATIVE HELPERS.

I had a visit this afternoon from the three "native-helpers" here at
Hopedale. They came to interview the angajokak from London (anga-yo-kâk =
chief or elder) and their pastor kindly interpreted. I am pleased to know
these worthy men. They are true Eskimoes in modes of thought and
expression, and they are true servants of God, faithfully serving this
congregation of their countrymen in many ways. Among the duties of their
office are, visiting the sick, admonishing the negligent, settling
disputes, and affectionately exhorting those who are under Church
discipline. They are also chapel-servants, and evidently glad to be
door-keepers in the house of their God. At the fishing or hunting places
they often hold services, and sometimes they preside at the meetings at
Hopedale. At the celebration of the recent centenary each of the three
delivered a powerful address.

Let me introduce them to my readers.

The first and oldest is Joshua, a decided Christian of many years'
standing. His wife Bertha is also a chapel-servant, a real mother in the
congregation, and a true helpmeet to her husband. They are a thrifty,
diligent, much respected couple, whose influence and example is blessed to
those around them. Next February 4th they will, D.V., celebrate their
golden wedding, an event unknown as yet in Labrador. Though Joshua cannot
read, he frequently addresses the congregation with power, suitability,
spirituality, and some originality. In his public prayers he almost
invariably adds a petition "for our Queen Victoria; because she is only a
woman." On one occasion he said to his countrymen: "Those of you who can
read know that it says, they shall come from the East and the West, and
the North and the South, and shall sit down in the kingdom, but the
children of the kingdom shall be cast out. Our fathers were heathen, but
we are children of the kingdom. If we fail of the grace of God, we shall
not only be cast into hell, but into outer, outer, OUTER darkness." It
made a great impression on them. At another time he drew a comparison
between the Israelites, who entered Canaan with Joshua, and the spiritual
Israelites, who with Jesus shall enter on the millennium.

The second is Daniel, a gifted man with a humble spirit and
considerable missionary zeal. Year by year, as Epiphany, "the Heathen
Festival," comes round, he has sleepless nights of deep sorrow in his
heart for those who know not Jesus, the Salvation of God. Twenty years
ago, stirred by the example of John King, the bush-negro evangelist in
Surinam, Daniel went in his own boat to his heathen countrymen in the far
north of Labrador. He found a companion of like sentiment in Gottlob of
Hebron, who afterwards rendered such excellent service at Ramah. More
recently Daniel induced Titus of Hopedale to accompany him on a winter
journey to some of the European settlers and half-breeds in the
neighbourhood of that station. When they arrived at the log-house of one
or another of these dwellers in the remote bays, Daniel at once told their
errand with as much humility as earnestness. Their simple testimony of the
Saviour from sin was well received. When they returned to Hopedale Daniel
had a great deal to tell the missionaries of the utterances of his
companion, but very little to remark about his own sayings and doings. He
frequently accompanies his missionaries on their evangelistic or pastoral
journeys not only as driver of the dog-sledge, but as helper of their
spiritual work.

Titus. Native Helper at Hopedale

The third of my visitors is the above mentioned Titus, also a man of
ripe years and Christian experience. The way in which his zeal and spirit
of service supplement the gifts of his friend Daniel is a striking
illustration of the Spirit's dividing to every man severally as He wills.
Daniel is a man of quick perceptions, Titus of prompt action. The two may
be walking together and talking of the spiritual welfare of the
congregation so much upon their hearts and prayers. Daniel mentions some
matter which he fears is displeasing in God's sight. "Yes, yes, that is
so," says Titus; "I had not perceived it, but you are right. We must
testify against that." And testify he does, on the first opportunity, with
such vigour that the abuse is rebuked and stopped, yet with such tact that
none can be offended at his faithful outspokenness.

For some years Titus has served as assistant schoolmaster, and like his
friend Daniel he takes part in the music of the sanctuary, having a good
bass voice. Daniel sings tenor in the choir, or plays the violoncello.

A COMMUNION AND FESTIVAL SUNDAY AT HOPEDALE

Sunday, August 12th.—To-day the festival of the thirteenth of August,
the spiritual birthday of the renewed Brethren's Unity, has been
celebrated in this far northern congregation, incorporated in the one bond
with those in Germany, England, America, and our various mission-fields
scattered thousands of miles apart over the surface of the globe.

In the early morning the congregation band played suitable chorales in
good time and tune, and the solemn strains were well adapted to prepare
hearts and feelings for the spiritual privileges of the day.

At nine o'clock Daniel kept the morning blessing. Picture the neat
clean, church, simple and suitable for the worship of an Eskimo
congregation. Behind the table sits the worthy native-helper. To his right
hand the missionaries face the men and boys; to his left are the
missionaries' wives, and opposite them a more numerous company of women
and girls. The benches are without backs. The little organ is played by
Ludolf, an Eskimo, well and devotionally, and the singing is further
accompanied by other musicians with one clarionet, five violins, and a
violoncello. The choice of tunes is such as would puzzle most
congregations in England. The people are very devout in their demeanour
and sing well. Their faces are mostly brown, with high cheek bones, but on
the whole they are much lighter in complexion than photographs had led me
to conclude.

Daniel did his part reverently and simply, for, as he had told me
before by word and gesture, God has made the heart and the mouth. His long
and earnest prayer, spoken extempore in his own language, was evidently
well prepared, and thoroughly suitable to the occasion. He asked the Lord
to be among us with His blessings, His faithfulness, and His mercies. He
continued: "O Saviour, Thou hast all fulness; Thou wast able and willing
to bless the brethren at Herrnhut a hundred and fifty years ago, bless us
now. True, we are worse and much lower than they were, but Thou canst do
it. Bless us to-day. We are very bad, but Thou wilt bless those among us
who believe. As to those who do not believe, bless them too, and, if
possible, let them be partakers of Thy salvation.

"We think of our teachers, those who have come to us and those who are
about to leave us by the 'Harmony.' O bless them for their works' sake. We
do not always obey them as we ought. Help us to be more obedient. Lord, do
these things for us, and though we are not able to praise Thee
sufficiently here on earth, we will praise Thee in heaven for ever."

The next service was commenced with a choir piece, when the organ and
other instruments accompanied seven singers, four women and three men. The
women especially had voices of power and compass. Alto, tenor, and bass
were fairly sustained, as well as soprano, and the whole effect was good.
The piece, which was not easy, but suitable in liturgical character, was
well rendered both in forte and piano passages. This time Ambrose, another
native, presided at the organ, and Ludolf played the first violin.

Mr. Kaestner's sermon on 1 John iii. 1 was followed by a baptism, in
Labrador suitably the closing part of the public service. The congregation
as ever take up the long responses well and devotionally, and in this
service the children repeat portions of Scripture (1 Pet. iii. 21, Tit.
iii. 5, and Matt. xix. 14). These were spoken distinctly and
simultaneously by the boys and girls. The infant having been brought up to
the table by the parents, the minister baptized it with the formula
Susannah, Jesusib tokkun-ganut baptipagit Atatab, Ernerublo, Anernerublo
ajunginerub attinganut. (Susannah, into the death of Jesus I baptize thee,
in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.)

I took the English service at three o'clock. Soon after we again
assembled in the church, for the Eskimo choir had sent a deputation to
request that they might sing some more of their pieces for us. The
programme of their really excellent performance included such pieces as
Hosanna, Christians Awake, Stille Nacht, Morgernstern (Morning Star), and
an anthem (Ps. 96) containing effective duets for tenor and alto. When
they had finished I spoke a few words of thanks and farewell, and then Mr.
Dam bade good-bye to the people he had loved and served for ten years.
They were much moved at the thought of parting with their faithful pastor
and his wife.

Shall I ever forget that communion at seven? I felt it a great
privilege to partake of the Lord's Supper with my brethren and sisters in
Labrador. How much He has done for these dear missionaries, simple earnest
Christians, experienced in the things of God, men and women of mighty
faith, who do "move mountains." How much hath God wrought for these dear
Eskimo Christians, who sit down at His table with beautiful reverence and
real appreciation of this act of faith.

The benches not needed for the communicant congregation had been
removed from the centre of the church. On the men's side two empty benches
stood together, on the women's three or four. After the trombonists had
played a solemn chorale outside, the first chapel servant Joshua and his
wife Bertha opened their respective doors, and about twenty men and more
than thirty women entered from right and left and took their seats. Both
men and women were all attired in their light braided sillapaks, and they
are very particular to have clean ones for this service. The women who are
communicants have a lock of their hair plaited in front of each ear. The
vessels used on this occasion were presented to this congregation by two
American ladies, who recently visited Hopedale. They were present on a
similar occasion and were much struck by the solemnity and reality of the
service. In grateful remembrance of the kindness of our missionaries they
have sent this valuable and beautiful gift of communion plate.

Though unacquainted with the language, I was able to follow the simple,
familiar communion service. The words of institution sounded solemn, as
pronounced in Eskimo, and truly when one knelt with the congregation, and
partook of the bread and wine, one could discern the Lord's body, and feel
that, though these dear people have their temptations and their failings,
yet there are many souls here who feed on the Bread of Life and live by
Him. When He cometh it will be manifest, and even now He is glorified here
in them that believe.

After the communion we went down to the boat to embark. The rock that
stretches out into the harbour was crowded with Eskimoes, who had hurried
to bid their departing missionaries a loving farewell.

A PLEASANT SAIL FROM HOPEDALE TO ZOAR.

Tuesday, August 14th.—We are nearing the second station. Leaving
Hopedale about dawn yesterday we made good progress northward, sailing
quietly between innumerable islets, all bleak, bare, uninhabited rocks. We
saw many small icebergs. In the evening one singularly shapely and
beautiful berg floated past us, tipped with violet, which contrasted with
the curious yellow tint of one side, the pure white of the mass and the
living green of the waves rippling at its base. The sunset and the
northern lights were very fine.

When I went on deck this morning the island of Ukalek, or "The Hare,"
was astern, various rocky islets, imperfectly marked, or altogether
omitted on the chart, were on both sides of us, and Zoar far ahead among
the distant hills. Our vessel was almost imperceptibly gliding in that
direction. May the Lord, who alone knows the rifts and rocks of this
marvellous coast, bring us safely thither, and guide me aright amid the
difficulties of the present situation there! These people have learned no
wisdom or thrift, in spite of all the love and patience shown them, and
they have made the past winter a most trying time for their devoted
missionaries.

The mirage yesterday and to-day is a wonderful freak of nature. At
times, nothing can be seen as it really is. Icebergs and islands are
flattened to one dead level, or doubled, so as to appear now like long
bridges, now like high towers. The rapid changes in the appearance of
solid masses are marvellous. All day we have been slowly sailing westward,
new prospects of distant hills ever opening up as we passed headland after
headland. Presently the barren rocks began to be clothed with firs here
and there, but the lifelessness of the scene was striking. Once we caught
sight of two or three Eskimo tents on a little island, but no human beings
were visible. Only a solitary grampus made the circuit of our ship.

At length we round the last cape, and enter Zoar Bay. Presently we come
in sight of the station buildings between the fir-clad slope and the
shore. There is the store, now the mission-house and church appear from
behind yonder rock. The Eskimoes are firing their shots of welcome,
answered by rockets from the ship. Thank God, the station flag is flying
at the mast-head! That tells us that neither illness nor accident have
been permitted to carry off any of the missionaries.

Look behind you. The hills are glowing with a glorious "Alpenglühen"—an
evening effect as splendid as it is surprising.

Now we are nearer. They are launching the "Emily," the station boat.
Rowed by natives, she comes alongside almost as soon as our anchor is
down, and all the resident missionaries climb on board, followed by a
number of Eskimoes.

Soon our hosts carry us off to the hospitable little mission-house,
which somehow or another manages to find comfortable quarters for all the
visitors. I am writing up my diary in Mr. and Mrs. Rinderknecht's pleasant
rooms, which I am to share with Mr. Kaestner, who is on his way to Nain to
take part in our conference there. Mr. and Mrs. Martin are occupying the
spare room below us, and the Lundbergs have also turned out to make room
for Mr. and Mrs. Dam. Where our hosts have taken up their abode meanwhile
remains a riddle for the present. (The riddle was solved in a subsequent
tour of inspection of the house, when I found that the one resident couple
had retired to the garret and the other to a workshop on the ground
floor.)

ZOAR.

In its summer aspect this is a singularly lovely place. Yet, I see each
station at its best, and can only guess at the changes which snow and ice
will work in the landscape. Were this spot in Europe, it would soon be a
favourite summer resort. Being in Labrador, however, the summer visitors
would speedily fly from the swarms of mosquitoes and sand-flies. These
appear as soon as the weather is at all warm and are a veritable plague in
the summer evenings, which would else be so enjoyable. And when these
myriad tormentors with wings and stings are gone, rude winter cuts short
the autumn.

As usual in Labrador, the little mission-station lies on the north side
of the bay, so that the wooded hill behind shields it from the northern
blasts. This fir-clad slope makes Zoar much more friendly in appearance
than any other station. Hopedale is bare and treeless in its general
aspect and so in less degree are Nain and Okak, though all three have
fir-trees in their neighbourhood. Ramah and Hebron are beyond the limit of
even these hardy evergreens, and the latter looks very bleak and rocky.
Pleasing as is the first impression of Zoar, the conviction soon grows
upon one that the site has its serious disadvantages. First and foremost
among these is the fact that it is not favourable to success in sealing
and fishing, so that it is not easy for the inhabitants to make a
livelihood.

The pretty mission-house affords convenient accommodation for two
missionary families. It is, as usual, connected with the church by a
covered passage. To the right of these buildings the little Eskimo village
stretches along the shore, to their left are situated the well-stocked
mission-gardens, from which pleasant paths have been made through the
woods beyond. Between the church and the rocky beach stands the store, and
not far off the salt-house and the boat-house. The powder-house is always
situated on some rock at a safe distance from the station, for the
Eskimoes burn a considerable quantity of this dangerous material in their
ceaseless war with seals, walrusses, reindeer, and other animals,
including an occasional black or white bear.

A CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THE SHIP HILL AT ZOAR.

The ascent to the spot whence the approach of the ships can best be
descried is by no means so easily accomplished at Zoar as at Hopedale. But
the hour's stiff climb is richly rewarded by a magnificent prospect. Our
path lies first through the fir woods, then over a bare plain on which
tufts of beautiful and very variegated mosses alternate with rocks and
withered roots. This is evidently the site of a forest, which at no very
distant date has been killed by the terrible climate. Up again through low
thick brushwood and over great rocks, till at last we reach the summit.
Seaward we can see the course by which the "Harmony" came in. Northward
the eye ranges along the rugged coast with its innumerable islands and
deep fjords. Yonder sheet of water is not an arm of the sea, but a great
freshwater lake, long an object of superstitious dread to the Eskimoes.
Neither in summer or winter dared they cross it, until their missionaries
did so, for they believed a monster dwelt in it, who could eat up the man
and his kayak, or sledge, dogs and driver. Inland one sees mountain after
mountain, whose wild slopes are traversed by no human foot unless the
Nascopie Indian, or "mountaineer," may pass that way in pursuit of the
reindeer. None of these natives of the great unknown interior have visited
our stations this year. In the Zoar bay beneath us the "Harmony" is riding
at anchor near the mission premises, and now we can see the whole curve of
the other great bay, which approaches Zoar from the north. The "itiblek,"
as the Eskimoes call a low narrow neck of land between two such arms of
the sea, is but a few hundred yards across. To the east of yonder
waterfall is a level place on the shore of the larger fjord, which was
once thought of as a site for this station. But it would have been too
much exposed to the east wind.

What a different landscape this will be in winter, when all those
waterways among the islands are frozen! It must be very difficult even for
an Eskimo sledge driver to know his way through the snow-covered labyrinth
on so large a scale, indeed almost impossible when the driving snow hides
his landmarks. But He, to whom we are wont to commend our travellers by
land and sea, cares also for those who traverse the ice-plains of
Labrador, that they may serve Him or join His people in worship. Not only
our missionaries but the settlers have often experienced His goodness in
answer to prayer in moments of perplexity or danger. It is indeed
praiseworthy that, to gain a blessing for their souls, the latter are
willing to run the risks and bear the expenses of a two or three days'
sledge journey to the stations, often in terrible cold. Sometimes their
children are sorely disappointed when the parents cannot venture to take
them to the Christmas or Easter Festival. Last Christmas Eve, two boys,
aged sixteen and fourteen, started from their home in Kamarsuk bay and
walked through deep snow to Zoar, which they reached after ten laborious
hours. English services are held for the settlers at this station as well
as at Hopedale, though they are more frequent at the southern place owing
to the visits of the crews from the Newfoundland fishing schooners.

FROM ZOAR TO NAIN BETWEEN ISLANDS

Our voyage from Zoar to Nain occupied just twelve hours. We left about
5.30 A.M., and our anchor went down again before 5.30 P.M. The day was
fine and warm, and the scenery changed continually. Often the way seemed
barred before us, but, as we sailed on, a narrow strait opened to right or
left, and as we neared Nain our voyage between the islands became more and
more interesting. Presently some Nain Eskimoes caught sight of the
"Harmony," and posted off to the station in their sailing boat, which kept
ahead the whole way. Two men came to meet us in their kayaks, and paddled
alongside for some time, their light skin boats skimming over the water as
easily as the flock of ducks which had just crossed our bows. Passing the
island Tâktuk, a salute fired by the one Eskimo visible was followed by
such a concert of howls from his dogs seated in a row on a rock as made us
all laugh. Next the Kauk came in view, a great rock looking like a skull,
or, as its name implies, "a forehead," a very recognizable landmark often
anxiously looked for on sledge journeys. Paul's Island, with its deep
inlets, was to our right, and now a good wind sent us forward past
headland after headland till Nain came out from behind the Süderhucke.
First we could see the Eskimo village, whose inhabitants were, as usual,
firing their guns and shouting; then the church came in sight, and the
mission-house with flag at the mast head; then the store and the little
pier, which, as we approached, was crowded with Eskimoes singing, "Now let
us praise the Lord."

THE FIRST EVENING AT NAIN

Nain
was the third station visited on our voyage northward along the bleak but
grand coast of Labrador. Hopedale and Zoar had already been left behind in
the south; Okak, Hebron, and Ramah, all to the north of Nain, had yet to
be touched at in their turn. Each successive station has its own
distinctive features and so presents fresh interest to the visitor. Nain,
the oldest of all, is rich in associations with the past as well as very
interesting in the life, spiritual and temporal, of the mission-house and
the Eskimo dwellings, which constitute this little Christian village of
three hundred inhabitants.

August 19th.—I take up the story on the Sunday evening, when, about a
quarter past five o'clock, the "Harmony" came to her anchorage some three
to four hundred yards from the mission premises on the north shore of the
Nain bay. It is a mercy when no accident occurs on the arrival of a ship
at a station, for the Eskimoes are rather wild in their expression of
their joy, and rather careless in handling powder. Just a year ago they
burst a little cannon in welcoming the "Gleaner." The pieces flew in all
directions about the heads of those standing round. Yet by God's great
goodness not one was hurt. One man's cap was knocked off by a flying
fragment of iron.

Our first welcome to Nain was from some members of the mission-band,
who at once came aboard the "Harmony" in their boat. Rowing ashore with
them, we visitors received a second kind welcome at the mission-house. It
was rather curious that my fellow-travellers, the Martins, should arrive
at their destination five-and-twenty years to the day after Mr. Bourquin,
whom Mr. Martin is eventually to succeed in the presidency of this
mission. I was conducted to the pleasant guest chamber. On my table lay
two dear letters from home, the first and last received after leaving
Stromness. During our stay at Zoar the mail steamer came from Newfoundland
to Hopedale where she is due every fortnight, while the coast is free from
ice. This time she came on to Nain, which she is bound to visit twice in
the season at the captain's discretion. She never touches at Zoar between
these two stations.

When we met as a family for the evening meal, Mr. Bourquin expressed
our thanks to the Lord for all his goodness and mercy involved in another
safe arrival of the mission-ship. The congregation did the same at the
thanksgiving liturgy, which commenced at 7 P.M. The Church here is older
and larger than any other in the land. The singing was good, rather
quicker than at Hopedale. About forty men and sixty women occupied the
same relative positions to the minister behind the table and to the
missionary brethren and sisters to right and left of him, as at Hopedale
and Zoar. The short benches at each end of the long church were
respectively occupied by three male and three female chapel servants. The
latter were dressed, not in European fashion, but in the national costume
of skin trousers with the fur outside.

9 P.M. I am seated in my room after a pleasant social hour with
interchange of mutual tidings. Every provision has been made for my
comfort in this neat, clean guest-chamber. What interesting scenes of
human life as well as fine views of Labrador scenery are visible from its
windows south and west! Grand rocks from five hundred to eight hundred
feet in height rise nearly perpendicularly from the opposite shore of the
bay. Here comes a man paddling his kayak past the "Harmony" as she lies at
anchor. What is up among the dogs? They are all howling and running along
the beach, and now they have set on one unfortunate, which is hustled and
bitten until he escapes and hobbles away yelping.

Here is a woman coming to fetch water from the trough. I wish I could
draw her, for she is an odd figure in trousers and high boots. The tail of
her sillapak almost trails on the ground, and in its capacious hood, a
baby is seated looking out on the world with great content.

10 P.M. It has grown dark whilst I have been writing up my diary. What
a concert the dogs are giving us now. They are howling, barking, and
sometimes fairly screaming, each and all contributing their full share of
the unearthly noises. 10.10. All is still: may it last! It is time I
retired to rest, for one must be up betimes; 6 A.M. is the hour in all
these mission-houses, for morning prayers are at 6.30 sharp. One more look
out of my window. The moon is rising above the opposite hills and casting
a broad band of light across the rippling waters.

INTERCHANGE OF VISITS WITH THE ESKIMOES

"Good luck to you, sir!" That was meant for "Good-bye," and is the sort
of English the Eskimoes to the south of Hopedale have learnt. Both at that
station and here at Nain I have had curious visits from such as prided
themselves on their knowledge of my mother-tongue. Some spoke it very
fairly, but my conversation with the natives was, of course, mostly
through an interpreter. These visits are quite a feature of mission-house
life. One afternoon at Hopedale Jonas and his wife Lydia came to see me.
The good man said: "As there are so many souls here, I would ask our
angayokaks (elders or superiors) in London and Berthelsdorf for God's sake
to let us have teachers, as long as there are people here. We cannot do
without them. We have undying souls, and must be cared for." With tears he
added, "When I cannot sleep, I ask God for this. We thank the angayokaks
very much. I hope God will grant those who are leaving us a good passage.
We may never meet again on earth, but I hope we shall in heaven."

I had specially interesting visits from some of the native-helpers at
different stations. They expressed their humble sense of unworthiness, and
their gratitude for the benefits which come to them and their countrymen
through the mission. They also promised faithfully to stand by their
missionaries. My conviction is that the spiritual life of each
congregation very much depends on the Christian character, stability, and
influence of its native leaders.

ESKIMO HOUSES

Visits of the Eskimoes to my room, however, took up much precious time
of the missionary requested to interpret, so I preferred to get one of the
pastors to accompany me on a round of calls in the village. Let my visits
to the native-helpers at Nain give a view of the interiors of some of the
better dwellings.

Wednesday, August 22nd.—Mr. Bourquin kindly conducted me to the homes
of Jonathan, Abraham, and Matthew. Through the little porch or vestibule,
where the dogs lie, one enters the house. Sometimes there are two rooms,
one for sleeping and the other the dwelling room; but mostly the beds are
in corners, more or less partitioned or curtained off. A little stove
serves for warmth and cooking. A small table stands by the wall, and there
are one or two short benches, but the articles of furniture most frequent
are the boxes, which accompany the Eskimo in his nomad life, and hold his
possessions, whether he be in his house at home, in his boat fishing, or
in his tent at some distant hunting place. The walls of the houses are
ornamented here and there with pictures cut out of old Illustrated London
News or Graphics. Some remains of Christmas ornamentation showed
considerable taste. The present is not a favourable season to gain a good
impression of the houses, as their owners are most of their time away from
home hunting and fishing. Before Christmas they have a thorough turn out
and clean up, and then await the usual visit from their missionaries, who
wisely speak a word of commendation where it is deserved. Undoubtedly the
invariable neatness of the mission-houses, and the special care bestowed
upon the churches, have a great influence on the cleanliness of the Eskimo
dwellings.

Husbands and wives were at home in all three houses visited to-day.
Jonathan spells his own name "Jonatan." He is a godly and worthy man of
mild disposition yet decided Christian character. His Leah is also a
native-helper among her sex, and a chapel servant. They gave us a friendly
welcome. True, it did not occur to them to ask us to sit down; but our
Eskimoes are pleased if one takes a seat in their houses without the
asking. Jonatan's grandchild was sleeping on one of the beds, and its
young mother sat in a corner sewing. The little harmonium by the wall
belonged to her husband, who lives with his parents. The older people
thanked me for the visit, and desired their greetings to the great
teachers over the water.

Our second call was on Abraham, or more correctly "Abraha," for the
genius of the Eskimo language always requires a name to end with a vowel.
He is also an excellent and intelligent native assistant. He and his
Pauline were very pleased to see us, and expressed themselves in the same
strain as the former couple. As his harmonium and violin show, he is very
musical; indeed, he is a leading member of the Nain choir.

Lastly we called on Matthew and his young wife. His quiet, rather shy
demeanour and humble estimate of himself, as a recently appointed
office-bearer in the congregation pleased me well. Perhaps his house was
the neatest and best furnished of the three.

I wish I could have heard Abraham or Jonathan speak at some service. I
am told their addresses correspond with their dispositions. The former is
warm, and vigorous, the latter more calm and affectionate in tone. Matthew
has yet to overcome his diffidence.

By the way, when I went over to the ship to-day. I found Abraham and
his family on board. His little two-masted smack was lying alongside the
"Harmony," ready for a start to his fishing place. It contained an
interesting variety of possessions. Tent-poles and oars lay along both
sides, and his kayak was lashed to the right gunwale. Tackle, tent, skins,
utensils, and boxes were secured in the bottom of the boat, and in a small
pen at the bows lay his seven dogs.

TWO ESKIMO GROUPS TAKEN AT NAIN

Mr. Jannasch is the photographer among our Labrador missionaries, and
we have to thank him for some excellent pictures of persons and places in
that cold land. Copies of these may be obtained at our Agency (No. 32,
Fetter Lane, London, E.C.), and we should be glad to encourage him by a
larger sale for his interesting cabinet, stereoscopic and carte de visite
photographs. As he is resident at Nain, most of his scenes or groups are
taken at or near that station, but last-winter he took his camera with him
on a sledge journey to Hopedale.

A GROUP OF WIDOWS AT NAIN

THE CHOIR AT NAIN

The two groups which we have had reproduced for our pages are
characteristic, but those whose portraits are given might remark that
justice has scarcely been done to their faces. The first is a group of

Widows At Nain. It was a good day for lonely Eskimo women of this class
when the Gospel came to their shores. I made a point of inquiring at each
station as to the status of the widows and the fatherless, and found that
everywhere they are well cared for. Indeed, the widows invariably stand in
the first rank of those for whom regular employment is found by the
Society for the Furtherance of the Gospel. They gratefully acknowledged
this. Several of them also gave me a special commission, which I hereby
discharge to the best of my ability. It was this, "Give my greeting to all
the widows in Europe." Perhaps they thought it would be as easy for the
visitor from England to do this on his return, as to inquire after all the
widows in Labrador.

The five aged women in our picture are Adolfina (standing behind),
Marta (seated to her right), and Hulda and Beata (to her left). Amalia (in
the centre of the foreground) is attired in skirts after European fashion,
though she has on a pair of the Eskimo boots indispensable in such a land.
The rest are dressed in full Eskimo costume. It will be seen that their
sillapaks and trousers are ornamented with broad coloured braid, and the
hood, which falls back over their shoulders, is edged with dog's skin and
adorned with a strip of embroidery. Hulda is a worthy door-keeper in the
church, and a valued servant in the mission-house of many years' standing.
The other group represents

The Choir At Nain. We have already referred to the musical taste and
ability of many of the Eskimoes, and those at Nain are not behind the
Hopedalers in this respect. The man with the violoncello seated in the
centre is Abraham, the native helper mentioned in a previous paragraph. To
his right is Nathanael, with a violin. He is the schoolmaster at Nain, and
his wife Frederika is seated at his right hand. One day in 1887, Nathanael
was seen shaking his fists at the mission house. What had ruffled his
temper? He had been told by some fishermen that Queen Victoria, to mark
her Jubilee, had sent a present of a suit of clothes to every schoolmaster
in her dominions. As his had not reached him, he suspected the
missionaries of withholding it. This is a characteristic instance of the
credulity with which the Eskimoes accept the statements of strangers and
the mistrust they are too apt to show towards those who have long proved
themselves their most disinterested friends.

"GOD'S ACRE."

The burial ground at Nain is the best kept in Labrador. Others are neat
and tidily arranged, but this decidedly bears off the palm. It is finely
situated, commanding a view seaward, and an Easter morning service in this
peaceful resting-place of the departed must be impressive indeed, as the
rising sun sheds his first rays across frozen sea and snowy islands on a
company of Christian Eskimoes, rejoicing in Him who is the Resurrection
and the Life, and not sorrowing hopelessly for their dead. I know no
better name for such a sacred enclosure, where the bodies of those who
have died in the Lord are sown in hope, than the beautiful German term,
"God's Acre."

Scarcely
any grass grows within the oblong space surrounded by wooden palings, but
here and there patches
of moss or low berry bushes threaten to hide the neat little slabs of wood
placed by the missionaries on the graves of the native Christians. If left
to the Eskimoes, this duty to their departed relatives and friends would
either be done carelessly or forgotten. These simple "headstones," of
which I give two specimens as copied into my notebook, are perhaps about
twelve inches by eight. The place for the next grave in each row (men,
women, boys, girls) is indicated by long poles likely to appear above the
highest snow in winter. Here at Nain, and indeed at all the stations
except Okak, where the soil is clay, it is possible, though in winter very
troublesome, to dig a grave all the year round. At Okak the coffin must be
laid in the snow until returning spring thaws the frozen ground. As
already stated, the Eskimoes have no surnames, and their graves show a
great repetition of certain Christian names, as Abel, Abia, Zecharias,
Thomas, Susannah, Katarina, &c. There is a greater variety on the female
side. At Zoar I noted some curious ones—Persida, Botille, Teresia Dina,
and Justine. "Helena-Helenalo" evidently means mother and child, both
bearing the name Helena. "Fillipusib-kitornganga" and "Davidib-kitornganga"
mean the child of Philip and the child of David. Mostly, the little wooden
"headstones" lie flat on the grave; those at Okak are placed upright, as
in the accompanying sketch, and record the names of several persons buried
beneath.

Where
the paths cross one another at right angles, in the older Labrador
churchyards, there is always a specially interesting group of graves.
There lie, in sure and certain hope of a joyous resurrection, the bodies
of good men and women, who have taken sepulchre possession of this land
for their Lord. Here, too, many sorrowing missionary parents have had to
lay little ones, early taken home in this bleak climate. Ah, what stories
are written on those simple gravestones, when one can read between the
lines!

The "God's Acre" at Nain is as rich in historical associations as any.
Christian Larsen Drachard, one of the pioneers of this mission was buried
here in 1778; and beside the stone, on which is inscribed his honoured
name in full, is a rough slab from the shore, placed on his grave by his
own desire. Side by side to right and left of the path separating the last
resting-places of the married men from those of the single missionaries
lie Christopher Brasen and Gottfried Lehmann, drowned in 1774 on their
return voyage from finding a site for Okak, the second station in this
land. Not many days after I stood beside their graves I sailed close by
the island on which their sloop was wrecked, and on whose rocks the angry
sea cast their bodies.

I will close this chapter with a contrast. Leaving the peaceful
Christian burial ground, we climb the hill behind the station. In a lofty,
lonely valley we
find many heaps of great stones. We will examine one. Remove one or two of
the boulders, and look in. On the ground, rather than in it, lies a human
skeleton, perfect with the exception of the skull. We go on to the next
heap; it is empty. In a third we find a skull and one or two bones. Others
contain scarcely any human remains, but some Eskimo utensils were
evidently the property in life of the natives whose bodies were laid there
by their countrymen. It was customary to bury the possessions of the dead
with them, and very interesting curiosities used to be found in all these
graves.

Yes, these are heathen graves, and the bodies in them are those of
Eskimoes who have died, ere they heard the words of life from the lips of
missionaries sent by the Church of Christ to proclaim His salvation at
this end of the earth. No inscriptions mark the tombs of these nameless
pagans, yet those rude stoneheaps have a voice for those who have ears to
hear. Methinks they appeal loudly on behalf of myriads still living
without God and dying without hope. "How shall they believe in Him of whom
they have not heard, and how shall they hear without a preacher, and how
shall they preach except they be sent?"

A BUSY WEEK AT NAIN

The week spent at Nain may serve as a specimen of my stay at each
station in turn. We arrived here on Sunday, August 19th, in the evening.
Monday and part of Tuesday were taken up by conferences on the spiritual
prosperity and temporal regulations of the. Labrador Mission. Tuesday
afternoon proved the most convenient time for my special meeting with the
congregation, when, as at every station, I gave the assembled men and
women the greeting and message sent them by the mission authorities at
home. Opportunity being afforded them to reply, some of the native helpers
and others expressed their pleasure that a visitor had come from Europe,
and their gratitude that Christians on the other side of the ocean had
sent missionaries to their forefathers, and still maintained teachers
among them. They also asked questions and gave their opinions on very
various topics. I promised to convey their salutations to "their
angayokaks in London and Herrnhut." This meeting lasted about two hours,
and was, as elsewhere, an arduous time for the missionary who acted as my
interpreter. It seemed easier to him to render into Eskimo my own address
given in English, than to interpret all the speeches made by the natives
in reply.

Inspection of the premises, stores, archives, &c., continued
conferences, and other businesses filled up the remaining days of the week
during which the "Harmony" lay at anchor near the station. Meanwhile the
disembarking and embarking of her outward and homeward cargoes went on,
and when she was ready to sail we were ready to go northward with her. In
the intervals of daily duty I enjoyed pleasant walks and talks with one or
another member of the mission band in the extensive plantation behind the
station, the growth of more than a hundred years of careful cultivations,
Not till Saturday did we find time for more distant expeditions, when
grand views rewarded our ascent of two hills to the north and south of the
Nain Bay. They are about 700 or 800 feet in height.

Most of the week the majority of the natives were away fishing, but
several of the men and boys were earning daily wages by assistance with
the cargo. For those at the station evening services were held in the
church. These varied in character, one was a singing meeting, another a
liturgy, a third a Bible reading, when the two last chapters of II.
Corinthians were the portion of Holy Scripture taken in course. When there
was no Eskimo service, the mission family and their guests met in their
dining-room for mutual edification with the German Bible and hymn-book. As
to the latter, by the way, the book itself was seldom needed, for most of
the company knew the hymns by heart. So the week sped away, bringing the
Sabbath again.

Sunday, August 26th.—The Church Litany, and not the so-called
"Catechism Litany," was used at the 9 o'clock service. At 10 A.M. Mr. Dam
preached with fervour on the text for the day, John X. 16, of course in
Eskimo. The sermon was followed by the baptism of little Esther, the
infant daughter of Joash and Wilhelmina. After the service the parents
passed me on their way home. But where is the baby? Nowhere visible, but
the hood on the mother's back is bulky and moves.

At three o'clock I conducted the usual English service on the deck of
the "Harmony." A good many natives were present, rather out of curiosity
than as able to understand, though it is astonishing to find how many have
managed to pick up a little English, especially at the southern stations.

At five we again gathered in the church for a short Eskimo liturgy of
praise to the Triune God, when our vessel and her passengers were
commended to the renewed care of the faithful Creator. Our evening meal,
the last in this hospitable mission-house, was followed by farewell words
and some commendatory hymns in German. Then we "parting guests" went on
board the "Harmony," accompanied by most of our hosts, who lingered long
with us. As we got into the boat, the Eskimoes bade us an affectionate
good-bye, "Aksunai, aksuse." (Aksunai, Be thou strong, or its plural,
Aksuse, Be ye strong, are used both for "How do you do?" and "Good-bye.")

FROM NAIN TO OKAK

Monday, August 27th, 1888.—When I rose, our ship was being slowly towed
by her boats out of the bay in search of a fair breeze. About eleven we
had to put down the anchor, as wind and current forbade our attempting to
pass between "the Turnpikes," two rocks in the narrow channel before us.
Here we lay all the day among islands. Barth, to our left, is so called in
honour of Dr. Barth of Calw, the compiler of a Bible history translated by
our missionaries into Eskimo, as well as into the languages of several
other people evangelized by our church. Rhodes, to our right, is named
after James Rhodes, a native of Gomersal, Yorkshire, who was a missionary
here for twenty-six years, 1771-1797. Lister, the snowy hill beyond,
perpetuates the memory of Christian Lister, another Yorkshireman, who
crowned seventeen years of service in Labrador by thirteen in Jamaica. It
is well to be thus reminded that the British Province of four missionary
Unitas Fratrum had several representatives in this mission field a hundred
years ago. William Turner (twenty-two years' service, 1771-93) was a
native of Halifax; and James Bramagin (1775-94) of Lurgan in the north of
Ireland; Samuel Towle (1782-91) came from the neighbourhood of Ockbrook,
Derbyshire, and Henry Shaw (1806-13) was again a Yorkshireman. Further,
Mary Butterworth (1771-84), of Birstal in Yorkshire, gave herself to this
mission as the wife of Jens Haven, its founder; and later Mary Waters
(1812-31), of Dukinfield in Lancashire, married George Kmoch for similar
service.

Yonder fjord running far inland is the Nunaingoak Bay, which,
conveniently for the natives, embodies the foreign name given to their
station. Nain itself is behind that neck of land, on which our friends
have lit a fire as a signal that they perceive our vessel has not as yet
been able to leave them very far behind.

What a study of colour this evening effect would make! The sun has just
set and the sky to the north and west is orange, shading off into yellow
along the horizon. Between these curiously bright hues and their fainter
reflection on the rippling water, the nearer islands are black as ink and
the further mountains indigo.

Tuesday, August 28th.—Besides the missionary pair, who are accompanying
me all the way from Hopedale to Europe, my fellow passengers are now the
superintendent, who has acceded to my request to go with us to Okak, and a
young missionary, transferred from Nain to Ramah.

When I went on deck this morning we had passed the Turnpikes and were
gliding very slowly seawards between islands. The one which faced us all
the morning is called Tappé, after a worthy missionary, still living, who
served some years in Labrador, before going to Jerusalem in 1867, to be
the first "house-father" of the Leper Home. About noon a fresh breeze sent
us northward swiftly and safely through several narrow and awkward
passages. We passed two or three Newfoundland fishing schooners, whose
crews were doubtless interested to see the "Dutch Bark," or the
"foreigner" as they called the "Harmony." Our other vessel, the "Gleaner,"
calls at St. John's, so she is not a foreigner in the estimation of
Newfoundland mariners. About two o'clock we were off the island memorable
for the shipwreck in which Brasen and Lehmann lost their lives. Later we
passed the rocks on to which Liebisch and Turner escaped as by a miracle,
when a sudden storm broke up the ice over which they had been travelling.
The scene must have been terrific. One moment the frightened dogs drawing
their sledges were being urged at utmost speed over the leagues of
heaving, cracking ice. The nest, the shore was reached, and the
missionaries were overwhelmed with astonishment as they turned and looked
upon a raging, foaming sea, whose wild waves had already shattered the
frozen surface as far as the eye could reach. Even the heathen Eskimoes
with them joined in praising God for the wonderful deliverance.

This part of the coast is rugged and grand. There is a good deal of
snow on the heights of Aulatsivik and the northern extremity of that great
island is a bold precipitous cliff. Port Mauvers, at the mouth of the
narrow strait, which separates Aulatsivik from the mainland, figures so
prominently as a name upon most maps of Labrador, that one might suppose
it to be at least the capital. But there are no inhabitants there, nor
indeed all along the coast between Nain and Okak. Kiglapeit, to the north,
is so splendid a mountain range that I am quite sorry we shall pass it in
the dark. We are getting more into the open sea as evening advances, and
there are icebergs to be seen here and there.

Come into the captain's cabin and look at this little budget of
letters. They are notes from Eskimoes at our southern stations to their
relatives and friends in the north. Some are funny little pencilled scraps
folded and oddly directed, e.g. "Kitturamut-Lucasib, Okak." That means "To
Keturah (the wife) of Lucas or Luke, at Okak." Our Eskimoes seem to have a
talent for phonetic spelling; "ilianuramut" is evidently "To Eleanor," and
"Amaliamut-kuniliusip, Okak," is meant for "Amalia (the wife) of Cornelius
at Okak." Some are very respectable epistles, and I doubt not the
Christian tone of most would please us could we read the Eskimo language,
with its strange long words. Here is a good-sized letter folded and
directed in a bold clear hand, "Sosanemut-Andoneb, Hibron" (To Susannah,
the wife of Antony at Hebron). It is not sealed, so, as we shall scarcely
understand a word of its contents, we will venture to open it and glance
at them. It is a well-written letter, covering three pages of blue
foolscap paper, so it must be conveying a good deal of news to Antony and
Susannah. The writer names himself at the commencement, "Boas-Kedoralo."
"Lo" is Eskimo for "and," and "Kedora" is another phonetic version of
Keturah. He closes his long epistle with "Amen."

The Eskimoes also write the names of their missionaries with
considerable variations as to spelling. "Pinsilamut" might be the address
of a letter to Mr. Bindschedler, and I have seen "Karizima"' stand for Mr.
Kretschmer. The natives have no idea of such titles as Mr. or Mrs., and
they still call the majority of their missionaries by their Christian
names.

ICE AGROUND

Wednesday, August 29th.—5 A.M. The sun just rising. We are between
Lundberg Island and the Saddle, so named from its shape. Its "stirrups,"
two little rocks, are supplemented by a great, white berg. To the
south-west Kiglapeit is still visible, and to the west are the hills on
Okak Island, including "Smith Hill," so called after Tiger Schmitt [A] of
South African fame. I did not know before that the good man had also been
a missionary in Labrador. How ready our forefathers were to go anywhere,
everywhere, if only they could "win one soul for the Saviour!" The
grandest mountain in the landscape is Cape Mugford. Yes, it does look like
Salisbury Crags on a large scale, as a missionary remarked to me last year
on the Calton Hill in Edinburgh.

In the course of the morning Okak came in sight, visible at a much
greater distance than any other station. Another hour and we had entered
the bay and were approaching our anchorage. A very numerous company
gathered on the pier and sang; how or what I could not hear for the
rattling of our iron cable. Then the "Kitty" came off to us, bringing the
missionaries Schneider, Stecker, and Schaaf, and seventeen natives.

Soon after we got ashore to be welcomed also by the three sisters, the
mist, which we had seen gathering round the Saddle, came in from the sea,
first drawing a broad, white stripe straight across the entrance of the
bay, then gradually enveloping everything. Experience of driving to and
fro off this coast in such a fog makes one doubly thankful to be safe
ashore, with our good ship riding at anchor in the bay.

FOOTNOTES:

[A] See "Conquests of the Cross" (an admirable Missionary Serial,
published by Cassell & Co.), Part I., p. 20.

THE MOST PRIMITIVE STATION IN LABRADOR

Our dear missionaries who dwell in Labrador for the King's work have
certainly not much space in their small sitting-rooms and smaller
bedrooms, for each family is content with two apartments, easily warmed in
winter. They meet in the common dining room for meals, the household
worship or conference, and the sisters take it in turns, a week at a time,
to preside over the kitchen department, where they have the aid of an
Eskimo servant. Besides the ministry and the pastoral care of their
congregations, the brethren share between them a vast variety of
constantly recurring temporal duties, for in Labrador there is no baker,
greengrocer, and butcher round the corner, and no mason, carpenter,
plumber, painter or glazier to be called in when repairs are needed. The
missionaries must discharge all these offices, as well as be their own
gardener and smith, and on occasion doctor, dentist, chemist, or anything
else that may be necessary. These general remarks hold good of mission
life at every station, but in many respects Okak is the most primitive of
the six, and not least in the appointments of the mission-house, like all
the rest, built of wood.

Glance round the two rooms kindly set apart for the English guest. They
are the same size as the simple domain of any one of the three mission
families resident here. The sitting-room is about fourteen feet by twelve;
its panelled walls are coloured a blue-green. The floor is boarded, and
over the middle a carpet is laid. In front of the sofa, the seat of honour,
stands a little table, and the high back of my antique chair is within a
foot of it as I write at the bureau against the opposite wall. By the way,
what convenient pieces of furniture these bureaus are, especially to a
visitor who has so much writing to do! The other chair is of like pattern,
with seat stuffed and covered with sealskin. It stands between the door
into the bedroom and the high, white stove. Of course open fire-places are
unknown in Labrador, nor would they effectually warm the rooms. In the
corner by the door the Eskimo bench is the regular institution. Sometimes
my door opens, a native enters, sits down and smiles at me. When we have
exchanged the usual greetings, "Aksunai" (be strong) and "Ahaila" (yes),
my Eskimo vocabulary is nearly at an end, and I have to fetch an
interpreter. A cupboard and a stool complete the inventory of my
furniture. Do my readers wish to look into the bedroom about fourteen feet
by six? Two little bedsteads and another bureau scarcely leave room to
pass to the window. The prophet's table, chair, and candlestick are there,
also a washstand, a strip of carpet by the bed, a little looking-glass,
and some useful rows of hooks: I think that is all; but in my endeavour to
give a correct idea of the godly simplicity of such a mission-house, I
would not for anything misrepresent the hospitable care, of which at every
station I have the most pleasant and grateful remembrance.

Now look out of my window. High hills close in the bay where the
"Harmony" lies at anchor some distance from the shore. Yesterday a strong
wind made her roll even in the harbour. The mission premises stand within
a few yards of the beach and the little pier runs out into the water just
in front of the gate. The tide is out now, and the lighter which is
bringing the stores from the ship has got aground. The mate and some
Eskimoes are trying to push it off, and among the rest two women are
standing in the water and pushing manfully. Their position and occupation
illustrate the utility of their national female costume of trousers and
boots. Skirts would be impracticable when they go out boating and fishing
with their husbands or trudge through the deep snow, which lies on the
ground more than half a year. Nevertheless they look odd to an
unaccustomed eye. The children are comical miniatures of their fathers and
mothers, and sometimes it is difficult to tell whether they are boys or
girls.

Do you see the station boat lying a little way from the end of the
pier? She is named the "Kitty," and has an interesting history. Many years
ago she brought to Okak the five survivors of the ship "Kitty" lost in the
ice of Hudson's Bay. The captain and ten men escaped in the larger boat,
but fell into the hands of heathen Eskimoes, who treacherously murdered
them all. Those in the smaller boat rounded Cape Chudley and were driven
by the wind among the islands near Okak. Here they were seen by Eskimoes
belonging to the station. Emaciated and famished, they feared a cruel
death, but to their astonishment the natives helped them ashore, took them
into their little hut of sods, wrapped them in skins, and supplied them
with food. Very beautiful to those ship-wrecked mariners sounded the
singing and very solemn the prayers at the morning and evening devotions
of their Eskimo deliverers. As soon as the wind permitted, the natives
brought them to the station, where they were carried ashore to this
mission-house and received every attention. They were in a deplorable
condition and the missionaries had to perform some surgical operations on
severely frost-bitten limbs. When recovered, three of them went to the
south, and the other two worked their passage home in the "Harmony."

Here come a number of women and children running to the pier. Several
of the women have babies in their hoods. There must be something of
special interest. Yes, the fishermen from the schooner are coming ashore
in their boat, and I perceive their flag is flying half-mast high,
indicating a death aboard their vessel. They came into the bay yesterday,
piloted by some of our Eskimoes, and bringing a dying comrade. Their
request for medicine was at once granted, but the poor man lay
unconscious. His "mates" said he had not lacked spiritual exhortation and
comfort, adding simply and humbly, "several of us know the way, sir." So
they did, as was evident from further observation of, and conversation
with them. They were very grateful for Christian literature. [B] Now they
have come for boards to make a coffin for their dead comrade, and the
Eskimo women and children watch the strangers with curiosity, but not
rudely. On the whole, I think our Eskimoes very well behaved. Their
Christianity has certainly improved their manners in everyday life, as
well as made them remarkably devout in church.

There is the church bell. Being the first Monday in the month, it is
the missionary prayer-meeting. Let us go. The interior of the church is
similar to that at Hopedale already described, and the congregation is
more numerous. Edification predominates, but one or two amusing items may
be noted. The babies are rather noisy. Should one or another get too
obstreperous, however, the mother slips it into her hood behind, and
marches to the door on the women's side. The worthy widow, who acts as
chapel servant, opens the door and then closes it upon the little
disturber of the peace. It is also amusing to a stranger to watch the
organ-blower, for this humble but important service to the sanctuary has a
prominent place here. The office is fulfilled by a woman, clad in Eskimo
fashion, and when the hymn is given out she places one booted leg on the
lever of the bellows and then, hymn book in hand, treads wind into the
instrument as vigorously as she sings. During the concluding hymn a number
of little heads and muffled up little bodies appear above the four or five
rows of women; they belong to the babies who have already been heard and
now are seen as their mothers lift them up to slip them into the hoods of
their sillapaks. The babies being thus stowed away on their backs, the
mothers are ready to stand up and file out at the end of the service.

But, as I said before, edification predominates, and truly it is
edifying to hear the hearty singing and see the reverent demeanour of all
classes of this Eskimo congregation. I may here add that after being
present at between thirty or forty services at our six stations, I do not
remember seeing a single boy or girl talking or laughing with a neighbour
in church. Had one done so, no doubt he or she would have received a
timely rebuke from some native-helper. The Eskimoes at Hopedale have been
known to take the Newfoundland fishermen to task for irreverence.

FOOTNOTES:

[B] This gives me an opportunity of recording thanks to the Drummond
Tract Institute for a free supply of bright Christian publications in
English, which have been distributed, and will, I trust, bear some fruit.
From the Religious Tract Society and other benefactors we have also
received valuable help for evangelistic efforts among English-speaking
sailors or settlers on the Coast of Labrador.

WALKS IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD OF OKAK

The word Okak signifies "the Tongue." The station is situated on a
hilly island, which for nearly half the year is practically part of the
mainland, for the broad straits are bridged by thick ice. The heights
around our little settlement command fine views of the surrounding
mountains and fjords. The island of Cape Mugford is one of the grandest
objects in the barren landscape, and the Kaumajets, a noble range, stretch
away to the north of it.

Thursday, August 30th.—Had an interesting walk over moorland in search
of the site of Kivalek, one of the old heathen villages, from which the
population of Okak was drawn. On a grassy plain we found the roofless
remains of many turf huts. They are similar to the mounds near Hopedale,
already described, but larger and more numerous. One cannot but view, with
a sad interest, these remnants of the former abodes of pagans without hope
and without God in the world. "Let them alone, they are very happy in
their own religion." So some would tell us; but was it so here? Is it so
where the true light has not yet shined into pagan darkness? No, here, as
everywhere in heathenism, the works of the flesh were manifest. And these,
as the Bible plainly tells us, and as missionary experience abundantly
confirms, are "fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry,
sorcery, enmities, strifes, jealousies, wraths, factions, divisions,
parties, envyings, drunkenness, revellings, and such like." But through
the power of the Gospel old things have passed away. Heathen Kivalek is
uninhabited, and though the flesh yet lusteth against the Spirit in the
lives of the dwellers at Christian Okak, yet, thank God, the Spirit also
lusteth against the flesh, and the fruits of the Spirit are manifest
there, as at the other stations.

Tuesday, September 4th.—Before we had done breakfast the flag was
flying at the mizen-gaff of the "Harmony," summoning her passengers to
start for Ramah. We speedily packed our baggage, but the wind died away
ere the anchor could be lifted, and we did not sail out of the bay till
the next morning. So some of us utilized the interval for the ascent of
the Sonnenkoppe, so called because it hides the sun from Okak for several
weeks of the year. High on the hill was a pond, which superstitious
natives believe to be inhabited by a sea-monster left there by the flood.
A larger lake is named after our Irish missionary Bramagin. Arrived at the
summit, a very wide prospect over innumerable mountains and blue sea,
dotted with white icebergs, rewarded our climb. Far below us we could see
the mission-house, centre of blessed influence, for the Eskimo village,
divided into Lower Okak by the beach, and Upper Okak on the slope beyond.
Strange to think that, with the exception of one settler family in Saeglek
Bay, the nearest group of fixed human habitations is at Hebron, seventy
miles to the north. Easier than the ascent was the descent, over rocks and
stones, beautifully variegated mosses, and low vegetation changing its hue
to a brilliant red as the autumn advances.

FROM OKAK TO RAMAH

Wednesday, September 5th.—About ten o'clock this morning a strong
breeze sprang up, and we speedily left behind us the friendly red-roofed
mission-house at Okak. When we entered the open sea and turned northwards
we passed near a grounded iceberg, curiously hollowed out by the action of
the waves. The seaward face of Cape Mugford is even grander than its
aspect from the heights around Okak. It seems to be a perpendicular
precipice of about 2000 feet, with white base, and a middle strata of
black rocks surmounted by castellated cliffs. Presently the remarkably
jagged peaks on the island of Nennoktuk came out from behind the nearer
headland. There's a sail to the right of it! No, she is not another
schooner; she is two-masted and square rigged, and therefore the
"Gleaner," the only brigantine in these waters. So the two Moravian
vessels pass one another within a mile or two, the "Gleaner" on her way
southward from Hebron to Okak, whence she will take Mr. Bourquin home to
Nain, the "Harmony" pursuing her northward course past Hebron to Ramah.
The captains, who are consigns, exchange a salute by running up their
flags, but the sea is too rough to put down a boat.

Thursday, September 6th.—We have had a rough night. This morning we are
off Hebron, but twenty-five miles out to sea. We have just passed "the
Watchman," an island which serves as a waymark for the entrance to that
station. I asked the mate, who once spent a winter there, whether the
missionaries or the Eskimoes could see us from the heights near it. He
replied that there was no doubt of it, but that he had looked out in this
direction from those hills, where no drop of water was visible, nothing
but an illimitable plain of ice stretching far beyond where we are now
sailing.

Sunday, 9th.—Safe at Ramah, thank God, and not out in the fog, which
now envelopes sea and land. The last two days have been a trial of
patience. We have seen the entrance to this Nullatatok Bay all the time,
and longed to reach the desired haven, yet have not been able, owing to
calms and contrary currents. This Labrador coast becomes ever bolder and
grander as one sails northward. Here the snowy mountains are quite Alpine
in appearance. This morning the thick mist hides all but the base of these
magnificent hills, but the enormous rocky masses, rising so quickly from
the water's edge into the heights veiled from us, give some idea of their
grandeur. Our captain is, indeed, well acquainted with their aspect or he
would not have ventured to enter this bay under such circumstances.

"RAMARSUK" (NEAT LITTLE RAMAH)

Missionaries
all over the world are perhaps too fond of multiplying Scripture names of
their stations. In our own fields we have already three Bethanys and three
Bethesdas. We should have had three Ramahs too, had not the natives of
Australia themselves greatly improved the appellation of theirs by adding
to it a syllable meaning "home" or mother's place. It seemed so homelike
to the Christian Aborigines, who moved thither from Ebenezer, the older
station, that they at once called it Ramahyuck (Ramah, our home). Perhaps
as the Ramah on the Moskito Coast is also known as Ramah Key, the northern
station in Labrador, founded in 1871 to mark the cenutry of that mission,
should abide plain, simple "Ramah," otherwise the above combination would,
I understand, have suited the genius of the language, and its
significance. "Neat little Ramah" certainly expresses the character of the
lonely missionary settlement.

The village, if one may dignify this small group of human dwellings by
that name, stands on a little plain evidently won by degrees from the sea
for the successive beaches can be traced. The mission premises, the old
house, the new house, and the church with its little belfry, are one
continuous building facing the bay southward, and exactly one hundred feet
in length. Behind are the store buildings, and the low turf huts of the
natives stretch westward along the strand. They are so like grassy mounds,
that from any distance one would ask, "But where do the Eskimoes live?"

The missionary dwelling is primitive enough, even as enlarged. During
our brief stay here, I have the honour of occupying the original house,
built about twenty years ago. It is but a room divided by a curtain, but
it served the first missionary couple here as dwelling-room, bedroom,
church, and everything else. What a grand view there is from the window
over the deep land-locked bay, in which the "Harmony" is lying at the only
available anchorage. No one would guess that it would take more than
half-an-hour to row across the smooth water, or in winter to walk over its
frozen surface to the opposite shore, where, as on this side, precipitous
bluffs rise almost from the water's edge. All nature around is on a grand
scale, and those snow-clad mountains, which look over the shoulders of the
nearer cliffs, are quite Alpine in effect. Climb to the dizzy heights,
which tower threateningly six or seven hundred feet above the station and
you find you are not half way to the summit of the nearest hill. It must,
indeed, be a magnificent view from thence towards the great mountains in
the interior, whose everlasting snows cover long ridges at least five or
six thousand feet in height. Seawards, the Ramah Hill, a remarkable
perpendicular rock, surmounts the nearer cliffs. It looks as if, standing
on the crag, one could drop a stone into the water at its base, 1000 feet
below.

All this is grand, but grander still is the quiet, unconscious devotion
of the worthy missionary pair, who live in this lonely bay, tending the
little Christian congregation already gathered, and seeking the salvation
of the heathen Eskimoes to the north. Of these there are perhaps sixty or
seventy dwelling between Ramah and Cape Chudley; the northern point of
Labrador. I am heartily glad Mr. and Mrs. Schulze have now a helper in Mr.
Eckhardt, and trust the little missionary band will have increasing joy in
souls won for the Lord.

RAMAH

It will be remembered that the fourth morning after leaving Okak we
entered Nullatatok Bay through a thick mist. Beautiful days followed,
showing the Ramah scenery to advantage, but the weather was rather wintry.
Snow fell once or twice, though not in sufficient quantities to lie, and
one morning we had ice on the bay. Yet at midday the sun was quite hot.
The arrival of the "Harmony" at Ramah on Sunday (September 9th, 1888),
interfered with the usual morning worship. We passengers came ashore for
the afternoon service, Mr. Schulze read the Litany and then Mr. Dam
addressed the congregation in Eskimo, centreing nearly all the black eyes
in eager attention to the Word preached. The chapel being small, the
people were rather near to the benches occupied by the missionary brethren
and sisters, and this proximity was evident to the organs of smell.
Several being away at their fishing places, there were only about a dozen
men and boys and rather more women and girls with an extra sprinkling of
lively and healthy-looking babies. Most were characterized by an air of
independence amusingly illustrated at the close by the oldest man, who
asked aloud when the visitor from London was going to speak to them.

TENTS AT RAMAH

And what of the spiritual life of this little congregation? In reply I
will give neither my own impressions, nor the missionary's testimony to
his flock, apt sometimes to be influenced by his estimate of what they
should be. I will call in a casual witness. Last year Eugenia, a Christian
Eskimo from Hopedale, visited all the congregations, travelling to and fro
by dog-sledge with the post-sledges. She remarked to her missionary: "The
Ramah and Okak people, those are the best in the country. At Ramah I was
quite shamed by their desire after truth. They said, 'You know these
things; teach us, we are so stupid.'"

AN ESKIMO VILLAGE

Now for a visit to our Eskimoes in their own dwellings, as the two
missionaries are ready to accompany me and interpret for me. It may not be
a pleasant expedition in every respect, as within and without there is a
pervading fishy smell. Rows of drying fish hang on frames high enough to
be out of reach of the dogs, who sniff about everywhere, sometimes
climbing into the boats to see if any fish be left. Those red rows are
trout, the white ones are cod.

When we arrived here last Sunday, two families were living in skin
tents. One has now taken down the temporary abode and removed into the
more permanent winter residence, a low turf hut. We will enter the other
tent. Frederick, the owner, is not at home, but his wife, Susannah, is
there with her two children. Whilst she inquires after her former
missionaries and sends a grateful greeting to the widow of the late Samuel
Weitz, take the opportunity to glance around the tent. It is more spacious
and better furnished than one would think. We can all three stand upright
in the middle of it, which is not possible in every house. Deer skins
spread on a raised platform at the further end make two beds. In that open
box are hymn-book, liturgy-book, and some volumes of the Eskimo Bible.
Next it are a set of very fair cups and saucers, but it seems incongruous
for the china to stand on the mud floor. Various utensils lie about, but
there is neither chair nor table.

We cannot stay long, however, for we are going to visit every house in
the place. The first house is Gottlob's. He came hither from Hebron, and
has enjoyed a better education than the Ramah people, most of whom grew up
in heathenism. His wife's baptismal name is Lydia; as a heathen, she was
Auinasuak. This is one of the best huts, but the best are poor inside as
well as outside, compared to many log-houses I have seen further south.
Through the low porch, without any remonstrance from the dogs, we reach a
lower door. It is hot inside. Yes, there is a stove to the left, and it
appears to be the only article of furniture in the room entered. Behind
the partition is a very different chamber. It is furnished with the usual
couches spread with skins, and on the edge of one of these, Lydia is
seated. She does not rise to greet her visitors, nor does it occur to her
to offer a seat. What shall she offer? A box? As with the rest of those
visited, her welcome takes the form of a good-humoured laugh. One or two
objects in her room testify to a refinement unusual for this station. A
guitar hangs on the wall near a cage with a bird in it, and against the
partition stands a piano. Fancy such an instrument in a low turf hut, even
though it be but an old square piano! Here, as elsewhere, we speak a few
words of kindly greeting and spiritual interest, and then take leave with
"Aksunai."

The occupant of the next hut is not at home. This is indicated by two
great slabs of slate, one at the entrance to his porch and one over his
front (and only) window. These are more for protection against prowling
dogs than dishonest men.

Now we come to the dwelling of the oldest couple, William and Hulda,
whose heathen names were Nochasak and Aksuana. They are, respectively,
fifty-five and fifty, but look older. Two sons live with them, of whom the
elder is married. Both parents are at home, and the daughter-in-law with
her first baby in her arms. Here first I notice the curious lamp, a sort
of dish hollowed out in a soft stone. The wick is a kind of moss which
floats in seal-oil, and gives a feeble flame apparently more for warmth
than for light, for the houses are not dark.

Next to William's stand the roofless remains of an unoccupied dwelling,
which may serve to show how these huts are built. It is a square enclosure
three or four feet in height; the back is dug out of the sloping bank, the
front wall is built up with turf. Put a roof over this and your house will
be made. Two upright posts in the middle, about seven feet in height, will
serve as the supports for the frame of your roof, which will also be
covered with turf. The low door must be in front, facing the bay, and,
both for warmth and as a shelter for the dogs, must invariably be
protected by a low covered porch. Whether he be dwelling in his turf hut
or sheltering in some snow hut, quickly built for a night away from home,
the Eskimo enters his abode by a little tunnel, at the further end of
which is the door. Just above this comes the window-frame, sometimes on a
slant, better perpendicular. The window of his turf hut is
semi-transparent seal bladder unless the owner of the mansion can afford
and obtain glass. Now your house is complete, but lacks interior fittings.
If you are an Eskimo, you do not want many. Your two poles supporting the
roof may help you to partition off the sleeping places, either with boards
or with curtains. These are raised about a foot from the ground, and the
edge of the bed is the general seat.

Let us continue our visits to the inhabited houses, one next the other,
in an irregular row. Outside them the children are playing about and seem
to enjoy life. Here and there one may see a sledge, or a kayak, the
skin-covered boat such as is used, by the men. The larger umiak, or
women's boat, is now scarcely met with in Labrador. There are one or two
light wooden skeleton frames of kayaks, but most are tightly covered with
white smooth skins, cleverly sewn together by the women. Look at this one
lying on the grass; it is about fifteen feet long, but you can lift the
end of it quite easily. The owner paddled home in it this morning from his
fishing-place at the head of the fjord, and sold fifty-two trout off the
top of it to the captain, as he passed the "Harmony." His bone-pointed
harpoon and a hook with a long handle are strapped on top of the canoe.
Beside it lies his paddle, which the Eskimo wields so deftly and silently
that even a seal may fail to detect his swift approach. Its blades at both
ends are beautifully finished off with bone. I see his gun is carelessly
left in the round man-hole in which he sits when afloat. It may be loaded;
I hope the children will let it alone.

Passing Daniel's empty hut, for he and his family are away fishing, we
call on Ikkaujak and Sakkearak (now John and Ernestine), and then on
Matthew and his wife Verona, who not long ago were known as Swanzi and
Akkusane. Matthew is interested to show and explain the weapons of the
chase. His racket-shaped snow-shoes are the shortest I ever saw. Longer
ones, unless like the Norwegian skydder, would be unpractical among these
mountains. His harpoons hang on the wall next his gun. The blunt one,
pointed with a walrus tooth, is used in the body of a seal, but the
iron-pointed one is needed when the animal's head alone is above the water
or the ice. Both are cleverly put together with wood, bone, and thongs, so
arranged that when necessary head and haft easily come apart.

Some of these Ramah Eskimoes are perhaps 5 ft. 10 in. in height, and
most of them look robust and strong; but little Paul's door is very low,
and I must bend double to enter his hut. His heathen name was Simigak and
his wife's Ikkinek when they came from Nachvak in 1881. He is not at home,
but his Adolfine gives us a welcome in Eskimo fashion. There is a stove in
the corner, and on it a pot with some pieces of salmon in it. A few trout
are strung up to the roof. I notice a clock in the corner, but am told
that it is broken. Perhaps Paul can mend it; at any rate, while I was at
Hopedale some Newfoundland fishermen entrusted their ship clock to an
Eskimo for repairs.

The last hut in the village is Frederick's. Some of his goods are here,
but most are in the tent where we found his wife and family. A few
pictures are pasted on his walls. Many houses at other stations are almost
papered with pages from the Graphic and Illustrated London News.

What is your impression of Eskimo abodes now you have seen their
interiors? Well, they are not prepossessing to a European with the
ordinary notions of what belongs to the necessaries of life, yet they are
airier and cleaner than I had expected from their exterior aspect. I am
assured that there is much Christian life in those queer homes, and that
in many a heart there a "candle of the Lord" has been lighted, which
shines for the illumination of the dark North. If honoured with an
invitation to a meal in some Eskimo hut, I would rather it were not at
Ramah. In the southern stations there are some tidy log-houses, where one
need not hesitate to sit down to table with Christian Eskimoes, who have
learnt cleanly and tidy habits from intercourse with and the example of
missionaries. Here there are no tables; the people have scarcely learnt
the use of forks, and are apt to handle the knives in eating in a somewhat
uncouth fashion. The meat is taken in the teeth and cut off near the
mouth, so that the upward motion of the blade seems to endanger the nose
at every bite, especially in the case of very small children with a very
big knife.

Do my readers want to know about the gardens? There are none. Gardening
is no employment for the Eskimoes; the severity of the climate and their
migratory habits forbid it. Nor do they seem to have much taste for
flowers, though they see them in the missionaries' gardens. They
appreciate the vegetables grown there, but they do not care for the
trouble of raising them for themselves.

ON THE BEACH AT RAMAH

Returning along the beach we see Matthew's skin-covered canoe lying
upside down on the grass, and we induce him to give us a specimen of kayak
navigation. He picks up the end of his light craft, runs round so as to
bring it right end foremost to the sea, and pushes it over the beach till
three-fourths or more are in the water. Then he steps lightly over the
flat top, paddle in hand, sets himself deftly in the man-hole, and in a
moment he is afloat, paddling to and fro with quiet powerful strokes.
Returning at full speed, he runs his kayak, which only draws a few inches,
straight on to the shore; stepping lightly over the front of it, he stands
dry shod on the beach and drags his kayak out of the water.

Further along a little group of Eskimoes have just finished unloading a
boat, which has brought goods from the ship. Let us join them, for I want
to see a whip, such as they use in driving the dog-sledge. My request is
interpreted and one of the natives runs to fetch his. Truly it is a
formidable instrument. The wooden handle is only a few inches in length,
but the lash is more than thirty feet. It is made of many thongs of stout,
tough sealskin sown together, and tapering till a single thong goes off
almost to a point. The owner gives us a specimen of its powers by cracking
it, but I am glad he does not practice on anything living. Stepping
backwards from us, he drags the whip out to its full length, so as to be
sure he is beyond reach of us, then deftly throws the lash behind him. Now
a rapid movement of the hand and arm sends the long lash back towards us,
and a quick turn of the wrist makes the end of it crack like a pistol. I
have purchased that implement, but I doubt if any amount of practice would
enable me to perform the feat of cracking it with safety to myself and the
bystanders.

To the east of the mission-house there is a pretty waterfall about ten
or twelve feet in depth. It is the last leap of a mountain brook, which in
summer flows swiftly down the deep ravine, which it has cut. Higher up, a
part of the pure, clear stream is diverted as the water supply for the
mission-house and the native huts. As at Hopedale and Zoar, this runs off
a trough about a hundred yards from the house. At Nain and Okak it is
conducted straight into the kitchen, when desired. In winter every station
is liable to the freezing of the ordinary supply, and then water must be
fetched from a distance, or if none can be found, snow or ice must be
melted. Icicles are hanging from the trough here to-day, for though the
sun is warm now, there were four or five degrees of frost last night, and
the wind is still keen. In spring, when a thaw sets in, this little stream
is a source of danger to Ramah. Its deep channel is filled with snow, and
the pent-up torrent, seeking an outlet, is apt to escape from its usual
bounds and start an avalanche down the steep declivity. When the thaw
becomes general, there is a grand series of leaping cataracts and roaring
rapids in that ravine.

AN ESKIMO IN HIS KAYAK.

A FAITHFUL NATIVE HELPER

I would that young Gottlob, now living at Ramah, might turn out as good
a man as his late namesake. Let me take you to old Gottlob's grave, and
there tell you the story of himself and his family. The little "God's
acre" is scarcely an acre, and it should be enclosed. Flat slaty stones,
suitable for wall, lie around in abundance, brought down by the avalanche,
which a year or two ago endangered the station, but happily did no more
damage than destroy the powder-house and devastate the burial-ground. Kegs
of powder and tombstones were carried far out on to the ice of the bay.
Most of the latter were recovered unbroken and replaced, and among them
the one of which we are in search. Here it is, a simple square slate
tablet of touching interest. The Eskimo inscription informs us that
Gottlob was born in 1816. He was the child of heathen parents at Nachvak,
and grew up in paganism. Presently he came under the influence of the
Gospel and was baptized at Okak, exchanging his heathen name of Nikkartok
for the Christian name
which
his subsequent life adorned. In 1867 he joined Daniel of Hopedale in an
endeavour to evangelize the northern heathen, among whom his childhood had
been spent. After this he settled with his family at Hebron, but when Mr.
and Mrs. Weitz commenced the station at Ramah in 1871 Gottlob volunteered
to accompany them. He and his family proved useful helpers of the
missionary effort. His wife Marianna was also born a heathen, and named
Nukupjuna. She is now a native helper at Hebron. His daughter was
exceedingly valuable as the schoolmistress, and when an organist was
needed Nicholina fulfilled the office to the best of her ability by
playing the melody with one finger on the very little harmonium, which
still does duty at Ramah. That was a simple service rendered in simplicity
of spirit, yet in such a climate possibly attended with suffering. A
missionary sister lately resident at Hebron told me she had often played
the organ there with a blister at the end of each finger, for the intense
cold made the touch of the keys like contact with red-hot iron. But to
return to Gottlob. For seven years he lived and laboured among his
countrymen, from whom he had at times to bear obloquy on account of his
Christian fidelity. He died September 14th, 1878, and this is the
comprehensive record of him in the Ramah Church book: "In life and death
Gottlob placed his whole trust in the crucified Saviour, in whom he found
pardon, peace, and joy."

LEAVING RAMAH

Friday, September 14th.—Came aboard last night for an early start;
weighed our anchor about 6 o'clock this morning. The wind was light and
several of the natives towed us out of the bay in the ship's boats. Ere we
started the resident missionaries brought their last batch of letters for
Europe, and bade us farewell. They had been writing most of the night. Now
the good folk will rest after the excitement and bustle of shiptime. It
will be a year before they have visitors again, unless it be a missionary
brother from Hebron or Mr. MacLaren, the Hudsons Bay Company's agent at
Nachvak.

It was most interesting to move slowly out of the bay, passing point
after point, each headland opening up new vistas of grand, snowy mountains
at the heads of the bays southwards, whilst northwards the great cliff of
the Ramah Hill looks down upon us. Having brought the "Harmony" round the
first point into more open water, where she can better avail herself of
the occasional light puffs of wind, our Eskimoes came aboard for their
breakfasts and presently rowed away in their boats. They bade us a hearty
"Aksunai" and went down the side evidently well pleased with their wages.
Nor were they sorry to leave the ship, which was beginning to roll a
little. Accustomed as they are to brave high waves in their kayaks or
flats, they nevertheless felt the motion of the vessel and were afraid of
seasickness. Before starting John had to splice his oar with a strip of
seal hide. I watched him put it round the handle, then holding on to the
oar with both hands get the rope in his teeth and pull his lashing tight
with all the strength of his back. So the teeth served him at each turn.

SUNSET, MOONRISE AND AURORA BOREALIS

Now we have got fairly out to sea. The light land breeze has ceased and
we are lying becalmed. What a sunset there is over that Alpine range of
snowy mountains! Yonder dark hills to the north of Ramah are glowing as if
they were red hot through and through. True this is a glory that fadeth,
yet the cloudless sky long retains the brilliant hues, and the seaward
horizon has a broad red band shading off above and below into blue. Still
more beautiful is the paler pink reflection, tinting the smooth surface of
the water on all sides of us save the west. There the sun has just gone
down, and the lingering glories of the sky are reflected on the rippling
waves in a wonderful network of bright yellow and deep orange. Look
southward again, now that the darkness is beginning to tell on the scene.
Over yonder great iceberg the rising moon sends a path of silvery light
across the water, now a broad waving band, now innumerable sparks and
circlets dancing like fairy lights upon the gently swelling sea.

All this is beautiful, but what follows is a rarer sight.

"Mr. La Trobe, the northern lights."

"Thank you, captain, I will be on deck in a moment."

I have seen many pictures of the Aurora Borealis, and we have already
had some fine displays during this voyage, but I never witnessed anything
like this. Truly the heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament
sheweth His handiwork! Undulating bands of bright white light are swiftly
scintillating across the sky, now curving upwards from the horizon, now
stretching in broad stripes right over the zenith. Sometimes the Aurora is
stationary and the smooth surface of the sea reflects the steady light; in
the next moment it is moving rapidly all over the heavens. The swifter the
motion the more brilliant the red or pink or green, which at times fringes
the lower edge of the broad white bands of light.

ARRIVAL AT HEBRON

Monday, September 17th.—Early this morning I went on deck and found we
were a considerable distance outside the Kangertluksoak Fjord. We were
much nearer the entrance for the greater part of yesterday, but a strong
contrary wind kept us tacking to and fro the whole day, till the darkness
made it impossible to reach Hebron, which lies in a little side bay to the
north of the great fjord. There were many large icebergs around us, and we
passed quite close to some floating fragments, which proved to be great
lumps of ice, necessitating a turn of the helm to avoid collision with
them. It was evident from the number of these, that a berg had recently
broken up. I was told that yesterday a large piece fell off one near us
with a crack like a cannon shot. I would like to see an iceberg turn over,
as they sometimes do, but I do not wish to be too near it in that case.
Last night the wind fell and the currents drifted our little vessel
perilously near one of the great bergs, which was probably aground. It was
an anxious time for those on the watch, but the Lord preserved us.

The headland to the north of us is Cape Uivak. Uivak is simply the
Eskimo word for promontory, and the names of Cape Webuck on this coast and
Quebec in Canada, are evidently derived from it. There is a board on that
little island, and through the glass one can read the betters S.F. What
does that stand for? Well, that identifies "Friday Island," so-called
after Sophia Freitag, the wife of a worthy missionary. Once the captain of
a steamer read it S.E., so he steered north-west, and safely entered
Hebron Bay. He afterwards congratulated our captain on having put up so
good a way-mark.

To-day the wind has veered round a little to the north, which enables
us, at last, to run straight in at the mouth of Kangertluksoak Fjord, past
three great icebergs, which stand in a row as if to defend the entrance.
The sailors call them "men-of-war." Our rapid progress soon brings us in
sight of the mission premises, whose red roofs stand out against the bare
rocky background of the steep hillside, tinted a warm red-brown by the
autumn hues of the mosses. There is the church with its cupola in a line
with the long one-storied mission-house. The store buildings and the
boat-house are nearer the landing stage. Some skilful tacks bring us into
the Hebron Bay, and ere long the "Harmony" lies at her anchorage, here
farther from the station than at any other place on the coast. What a
lively scene! Ten or a dozen boats have already came round us—these
Eskimoes are bold sailors—and our anchor is scarcely down before we are
boarded in friendly fashion by numerous natives. Yonder white boat is the
"Harp," and it brings four good gentlemen in sealskin coats. The patriarch
of the band is our venerable Mr. Kretschmer, who came to Labrador in 1852.
This year he leaves his loved land after thirty-six years of service,
during which he has been home once, twenty-seven years ago. He is followed
by the missionaries Kahle, Wirth, and Hlawatschek, who report their wives
and children all well.

Ere long we visitors, Mr. and Mrs. Dam and myself, are ready to go
ashore with them. Landing from the boat, we climb the hill to the
mission-house, farther from the shore than any other. The sisters and
children welcome us at the door, and for the sixth time I enjoy the
hospitality of a Labrador mission family.

The chapter entitled "A busy week at Nain" would serve as a general
description of the time spent at this or any of the stations. Conferences
with the missionary band, daily services in the Church or the house, the
special meeting for my address to the congregation, visits to and from the
natives, inspection of the mission premises and their surroundings,
pleasant strolls in the intervals of daily duty and the routine of a
mission-house, one or two more extensive walks on the hills around,
profitable evenings in the mission circle, all these made eight days at
Hebron pass very quickly, whilst as ever I was lovingly cared for by my
hosts. Hebron is, to use the expressive term of the Newfoundland
fishermen, a "blusterous" place. It is beyond the northern limit of trees
on this part of the coast, and the wind sweeps down the bare, rocky slopes
with great force. This is the reason for the exceptional construction of
the mission premises.

THE VISITING MISSIONARIES' LEVEE

My dear fellow-travellers from Hopedale used to be stationed at Hebron,
and it is astonishing to see how affectionately these people gather around
them. Their temporary abode here is the schoolroom, and it is just as well
that it is a good size and easily accessible. Look in upon them at any
hour of the day, and you will probably find that they have Eskimo
visitors. Last Sunday they held quite a levee, for men, women, and
children flocked in after service to greet them.

Come and make acquaintance with some of these Eskimo brethren and
sisters. Several are introduced as relatives of Abraham and Tobias, who
visited Germany and France in 1880. In their letters home the poor fellows
confessed that there was far more sea between Labrador and Europe than
they had any idea of, before they and some heathen from Nachvak were
induced by an agent of Hagenbeck's in Hamburg to allow themselves to be
brought over and exhibited. They were very home-sick for Labrador, but
they never returned, for one after another was taken fatally ill. The last
survivors died in Paris early in 1881. The Christians among them did
credit to their profession, had their daily worship, exercised a good
influence over the heathen members of the party, and died in simple trust
in Jesus as their Saviour.

Sarah needs no introduction. I had heard of her before reaching Hebron,
and one cannot be in the place long without making her acquaintance. She
is a woman of energy and resource. Last year she lost her good husband
Hieronymus, the oldest native helper at Hebron. She continues, however, to
be a leader in the concerns of the community, and her influence is good.
She is a prominent chapel servant, and a leading singer in the choir. To
be sure, tact is needed to keep Sarah in good humour, and direct her
energies into useful channels. She has a turf house for winter occupation,
but when I visited her she was living in her summer abode—a log hut. The
interior was very tidy. In the outer room I noticed a harmonium; and in
the inner one, besides a table and some chairs, there were pictures and
ornaments and a sewing machine, on which she kindly did some work for me.

Seated near us, among the numerous visitors in the schoolroom, are a
mother and daughter, whose names are already well known to us. That
dark-looking old woman is Marianna, the widow of Gottlob, whose grave we
saw at Ramah. She is now a valued native helper here. The younger person
is Nicholina, bright and strong in mind and heart though rather bent and
crippled in body. Here, as formerly at Ramah, she serves as school
mistress, and I am told has considerable capacity both for imparting
knowledge and for maintaining discipline. She stands in regular
correspondence with several friends of the mission in Europe. She had
something to tell them in her last letters, for not long ago she and her
mother with eight other Eskimoes were nearly drowned in the bay about
where the "Harmony" lies at anchor. A sudden gust of wind capsized the
sailing boat, in which they were coming home from their fishing place. One
good feature of the Eskimo character is their presence of mind in danger.
There was no panic, though the boat sank instantly. Happily she was towing
a little flat. One of the men promptly cut the rope, and so all were
brought safe to land, some in the flat, others hanging on to its sides.
Old Marianna was one of the latter, and when her numbed hands lost their
hold, they tied her wrists to the gunwale of the little boat. She has
recovered from the shock and exposure, but like the rest has been
impoverished, for they lost their all in the boat, which went down.

Thomas, Enoch, and John are the three native helpers. Since the death
of Hieronymus, Thomas has been the oldest in the office, but, as he feels,
has not yet sufficient influence or force of character to lead his
countrymen at critical times. He is, however, a humble child of God, and
growing in grace as well as experience. John has a little speech to make,
and here is the literal translation of it:—"Sometimes when we are busy, we
do not always use the Scriptures daily. Mostly we do. The distress of our
body often causes us to seek the Word of God. If the everlasting Gospel
were well considered by all, there would be visible love."

A SLEDGE DRIVE

September 22nd, 1888.—My good friends are determined that I shall see a
real sledge and team of dogs start and travel. So after dinner the sledge
is brought to the gate of the mission premises. It consists of a couple of
iron-bound wooden runners about fifteen feet long and eight inches high,
across which many cross-pieces of wood are secured with thongs. Nails
would soon be pulled out or broken off on a journey over hummocky ice or
uneven ground. First the sledge is laden with everything necessary for a
winter journey. A great white bear skin is folded and laid along the
front, making a comfortable seat. That bruin must have been an enormous
creature. The box comes about the middle; it contains the traveller's
traps. Behind it some coats, a gun, a harpoon (we may see a seal if we go
on the ice), some wood (we shall want a fire for camping out, and I hope
matches have not been forgotten), the coats of the men, a sleeping sack
and a pair of sealskin trousers. Those two oval frames like a large lawn
tennis bat without handle, are a pair of snow-shoes. All these traps are
secured by a sealskin thong passing over the ends of the cross-boards, and
pulled tight. It would not do to lose anything on the way.

Now seat yourself there in front of the box. But the dogs are not
attached to the sledge. Seat yourself; they are all harnessed. Each has a
band of sealskin round his neck and another round his body, and to this
simple harness is attached the separate trace or thong by which he does
his share in pulling the sledge. In one moment the sledge rope will be
passed through the loops of all their traces, and they will be off almost
before you can say "Hoo-eet," for they, like the Eskimoes standing round,
seem to enjoy the fun. We are supposed to start southward for Okak, and to
come home, by way of Ramah. I seat myself and get a good hold, with my
back against the box and my feet well off the ground. "Hoo-eet!" The dogs
are directed by the voice, and that is the word used to start them. Shout
"Owk, Owk," and they will run to the right, or "Ra, Ra, Ra," and you will
soon find yourself going to the left. Say, "Ah, Ah," and your dogs will
lie down. Now you have all your directions so "Hoo-eet," we are off,
gliding easily over the grass, for snow and ice there is none this warm
autumn day after a night when there were two or three degrees of frost. So
it is rather hard for the dogs, when we turn the corner of the mission
enclosure and are going a bit up-hill through the long grass. Thomas, one
of the Eskimoes, is running in front of the dogs in his sealskin boots
with the fur outside—a handsome pair. Enoch is minding the sledge, now
running beside me, now throwing himself down on it in front of me, or
lifting the front end of the runners from right to left, or vice versâ to
turn a corner or avoid a stone. "Owk, Owk," he shouts as we wish to turn
the corner to the right. A third Eskimo, who is running between us and the
dogs with the whip, takes up the sound and the dogs obey. But as it seems
hard for them through the long grass, I get off and run after till we come
to the corner by the church. It will go easier along the path to the left.
I seat myself again and the driver cries "Ra, Ra, Ra." Away we go. It is
well I was wary of the stones, another inch and that rock just passed
would have given me a sore foot or a sprained ankle. "Owk, Owk." We leave
the path on our left and turn away to the right over rocks and moss. The
ground is broken but the long runners of the sledge make it go fairly
smoothly. "Ah, Ah," or as Thomas pronounces it long drawn, "Aw, Aw." At
this sound the dogs stop and lie down, with their tails curled over their
backs. We are supposed to have arrived at a halting place where we shall
camp out for the night. The wood is unloaded; to make the fire would be
the first thing and then perhaps a snow-house for a shelter. The sleeping
sack is ready to be my night's couch on the floor. Meanwhile, the dogs lie
quite contentedly, and we use the first opportunity to count them. There
are fourteen in harness and two are running beside them of their own
accord, entering into the spirit of the thing in spite of their fear of
that formidable whip. Nine of these useful animals belong to the mission.
Their names are Yauerfritze, Purtzelmutter, Purtzel, Caro, Pius, Fanny (an
exceptionally friendly Eskimo dog), Ammi, Kakkortak and Takkolik. The
others belong to different natives.

TRAVELLING IN LABRADOR.

Our imaginary night has been short enough, and we are supposed to be
preparing for a new start. "Look, see," says Thomas to me, and pours some
water on the iron of the runners, for the sledge has meanwhile been turned
upside down. Were it winter, that water would at once freeze on the iron
and form a splendid smooth surface for the sledge to run on over ice or
snow. "Hoo-eet." The sledge has been turned right again and repacked, and
the dogs get up. No, there is nothing left behind. "Hoo-eet;" away we go.
It is astonishing how widely the dogs spread themselves in pulling.
However, the course of the sledge, as it follows them, depends more on the
nimble drivers. See yonder dog is getting to the wrong side of that post,
by way of illustrating the difficulties of travelling through a wood.
Hebron is beyond the northern limit of trees, but our missionaries at
Hopedale have often great trouble in passing through forests of stunted
fir-trees. The front dogs also have got their traces foul of the two other
posts in our forest of three trees without any branches. So we are brought
to a standstill until, all the harness being cleared, we are ready for a
fresh start down that slope to the right. "Owk, Owk," is the word, but at
the brook our wild career is brought to a sudden stop. Our specimen sledge
trip would not be complete without an accident. The bed of the little
stream proves just too wide for the sledge to clear it, and the points of
the runners have bored into the further bank. The thong of the sledge has
broken in two places with the jerk, and the dogs who were pulling with
might and main are suddenly released. Four or five have been caught by our
nimble Eskimoes, but the majority are off home. Were the station three
hours or three days distant and we were left in the snow it would be a bit
different to the present situation. The station is about three minutes
distant, and we have time for a good laugh before our dogs are caught and
brought back. What has become of the passenger? Oh, he is unhurt; the
shock did not even unseat him. There he sits on the sledge, which
stretches like a little bridge from bank to bank. It is freed from the
earth, and the dogs are again attached, after a fierce little quarrel
between two or three of them, just to keep up their credit as quarrelsome
creatures. Order and obedience restored, "Hoo-eet," away we go homeward,
but at a more moderate pace, for it is uphill. By the mission-house the
road bends to the left, "Ra, Ra, Ra." At the corner a number of women are
standing and laughing, and as the sledge approaches, they ran, according
to their usual custom, and throw themselves on to it, so the poor dogs
finish their course with an extra load, and are quite willing to lie down
in obedience to the final command, "Ah, Ah." If you were on a real
journey, you would learn by experience to avoid that interjection in your
conversation, for the weary animals would at once take the permission to
stop and lie down.

Now the dogs are released from their harness and run away to their
respective homes with glee. The sledge is unloaded, and its contents
carried off by their owners. "When did you leave Ramah?" says the
missionary to Thomas. "Yesterday morning," replies the good fellow,
keeping up the joke with thorough appreciation. I give them my hearty
thanks, "Nakungmék," for Thomas and Co. have not only given me a great
pleasure, but provided interest for young friends at home, to whom I may
detail my winter journey on a sunny autumn afternoon at Hebron. A real
midwinter Labrador sledge journey, with the thermometer far below zero of
Fahrenheit and the wind blowing hard and cold, is not so pleasant,
especially if the dogs be quite invisible because of the driving snow.
Should the traveller then be pitched off the sledge, and the drivers not
perceive his absence at once, they may lose one another for ever. But God
has watched over our travellers by sea and land, by ice and snow on many
an errand of spiritual import to the settlers, or journey from station to
station.

MY LAST SUNDAY IN LABRADOR

Sunday, September 23rd.—Morning prayers in German with the
house-family. Our venerable senior missionary read the texts and the
Gospel for the day, and gave out suitable hymns, which were well sung by
the company of brethren, and sisters, and children assembled in the
dining-room around the long table. Breakfast is enlivened with cheerful,
godly converse, and shortly after we join the Eskimo congregation in the
first service of the day. I like this church as well as any in the land.
It is proportionate, simple, neat and light. Mr. Wirth takes his place
behind the table, and, what with residents and visitors, there is a goodly
row of missionary brethren and sisters to right and left of him, facing
the Eskimo congregation. Among the latter the white faces of a settler
family, the Metcalfs from Napartok Bay, are conspicuous. Though the
language be strange, I have already grown familiar with the liturgic forms
of worship and can follow either the "Church Litany," familiar to one in
English and German, or the admirable responsive compilation of tests known
as the Catechism Litany. The latter is chosen this morning, and it is
quite possible that a negro congregation in Surinam, or a Kaffir
congregation in South Africa may be using the same form of sound words,
for it exists both in Negro English and in Kaffir.

At 10 we are again summoned to the house of prayer by the bell. Mr. Dam
is the preacher, and is evidently moved by the thought that this may be
his last sermon in Eskimo for many a day. A hymn and a prayer, fervent and
brief, precede the giving out of his text, Rev. i. 12-20. The sermon is
listened to attentively by old and young, of whom considerably more than a
hundred are present. Old Zippora is, as ever, at her place at the end of
the bench. Blind though she is, she often walks miles to church over
uneven ground or hummocky ice, when away at the fishing places. She seems
to take her part in the worship of the sanctuary thoroughly, whether in
response or sacred song, or as listener with animated face and at times an
overflowing heart. While I am looking, her fingers seek the corner of her
apron, and lifting it she wipes the tears from her sightless eyes.

But the eloquent flow of words, mostly unintelligible to me, comes to a
close. A hymn is sung, and the New Testament blessing pronounced. Then the
procession from the missionary benches files out through the schoolroom
into the mission-house and the people disperse to their homes. Mere mounds
they look as I see them from my window. But they are Christian homes,
whence rises prayer and praise.

I was mistaken. The congregation had not dispersed, for the choir
wished to give me a specimen of their powers. I returned to the church and
listened to a fair selection of sacred music, including a long piece
(Psalm xcv. 6, 7), well sustained by a choir of about a dozen men and
women, and two or three instrumentalists. When they ceased, I spoke a few
words of thanks and farewell.

Dinner was as usual very literally "the mid-day meal." Soup was
followed by a joint of reindeer venison, which was a treat to me, as beef
or mutton would be to my hosts. The vegetables had been grown in the
mission garden. After coffee I went over to the ship for the afternoon
service aboard, rowed by four Eskimoes, Thomas, Clement, one of the
organists, Daniel, and Heinrich. In their endeavour to converse with me
they brought out some amusing scraps of English, and little Heinrich
informed me his name in my language was "Harry."

Whilst I was preaching to the crew there was an afternoon meeting
ashore. I returned for our solemn farewell service with the missionary
band. Here, as at each previous station, this was an occasion of deep
feeling. My parting word was founded on (2 Corinthians xiii. 11) "Finally,
brethren, farewell. Be perfect, be of good comfort, be of one mind, live
in peace; and the God of love and peace shall be with you." So I took
leave of "brethren," who are faithfully serving their Lord in this cold
country. Truly here is the patience and the faith of the saints. The God
of all grace bless each missionary family, comfort and strengthen them in
all their work, and perfect that which concerneth them and their people!
How wonderfully He can and does help, I have experienced on this voyage
and visit to Labrador, and so at the close of my visitation record my
humble praise.

MUSIC ON THE WATER

After the evening meal we went down to the shore and embarked. The
people crowded the pier, and many a hand was stretched out with a hearty "Aksunai."
As we rowed away they were singing, and when their voices sounded fainter
across the water Thomas began of his own accord the following hymn in his
own language:—

"O Lord! lift up thy countenance

Upon thy Church, and own us thine;

Impart to each thy peace divine,

And blessings unto all dispense.

'Tis our desire to follow thee,

And from experience to proclaim

Salvation in thy blessed name:

O bless thy servants' ministry."

The other Eskimoes rowing our boat sang with him, until we
reached the "Harmony."

We were having a quiet time of cheerful converse in the cabin, when the
sound of singing again called us on deck. A procession of eight or ten
boats, the bow of one almost touching the stern of the other, was rowing
slowly round and round the ship, and the people in them were singing sweet
Christian songs to the measured beat of the oars. Sarah was in the first
boat, evidently the leader and director of the proceedings. [C] Hymn after
hymn, in well-sustained parts, sounded beautifully over the still water,
and not till it was getting quite dark did they row away, singing
"Victoria," i.e. "God save the Queen," in honour of the English visitor.
Her Majesty has very loyal subjects in that unknown corner of her realm;
and, by the way, some of them charged me to bring home an "Aksunai" to
her, too.

Tuesday, September 25st.—Yes, "good-bye;" yet, when your vessel is not
a steamer, but dependent on the wind, you may have repeated "good-byes,"
as often happens in Labrador. Not till this afternoon could the "Harmony"
hoist her sails and speed away to the broad Atlantic. As soon as the
Eskimoes saw our sails being unfurled, they again came around the vessel
in their boats, and anew commended us to the Divine protection in their
version of a very favourite hymn of Count Zinzendorf's ("Jesu geh voran").

"Jesus, day by day,

Guide them on their way."

HOMEWARD BOUND

The story of our homeward voyage must he told in short. We had more
stormy days than bright ones, and more contrary winds than fair breezes.
We left Hebron on Tuesday, September 25th, and on the following Sunday
found ourselves among Greenland icebergs and fogs. So we had to turn
southwards and run on that tack for two days. Then a moderate side wind
followed the strong contrary gale, and we made good steady progress
eastward. This was undoubtedly pleasant after the heavy rolling and
pitching of the previous days. For two weeks and more nothing was to be
seen but sea and sky, yet both had their interest and beauty. The sunsets
were lovely, and the phosphorescent light in the water at night especially
so. The wake of the ship was luminous for a long distance, and the crests
of the waves shone all around us. Once I was leaning over the taffrail
late in the evening, when a shoal of fish passed. There were thousands of
them, and each one was a living, moving centre of light. Bottle-nosed
whales gambolled around us when we were within a few hundred miles of
Labrador, and later on "schools" of porpoises occasionally visited us. The
latter often sprang clean out of the water, and seemed to take special
delight in crossing the bows of the "Harmony." On October 10th, we sighted
the first ship since leaving Labrador, and a day or two later tacked
southward near the coast of Ireland to make the entrance of the British
Channel. There a trial of patience awaited us. A hard-hearted east wind
barred our progress, and with long tacks we seemed to make headway only by
inches. Yet the little "Harmony" bravely held on her way, when larger
vessels had given up the fight.

Sunday, October 21st.—Up at six, to find the Scilly Isles in sight. The
Bishop's rock and St. Agnes lighthouses were plainly visible. But the old
east wind is back again. The light, fair breeze of yesterday evening sent
us forward fifteen miles in an hour or two, and seventy or eighty miles of
tacking to-day has barely secured as much progress. Visited the men in the
forecastle, a small gloomy looking place, yet fair as such accommodation
goes. The good fellows are cheery and happy there, indeed, they have been
pleasant and faithful to duty throughout the entire voyage. God grant them
the true blessedness we have told them of in this morning's and previous
Sunday services.

Monday, 22nd.—Weathered the Wolf Rock by this tack. Sighted Land's End,
with its white houses, and the Longships lighthouse on its lofty rock. A
steamer passing us into Penzance answered our signals and will report us
we hope.

Tuesday, 23rd.—Four weeks away from Labrador. Four months absent from
home. How much longer yet? To windward of the Lizard this morning. That is
good, for we could have run for Falmouth harbour had it blown harder from
the east. But the wind has died away altogether. The Lizard twin
lighthouses and the white walls surrounding them are plainly visible, as
we lie becalmed.

Wednesday, 24th.—Got a fair wind yesterday, which carried us forward
past the Eddystone Lighthouse. We are now nearing Start Point, and have
shown our signals. They will be seen, and reported either at that
lighthouse or at Prawle Point, and it is quite a relief to think our
presence in the Channel will soon be known in London. What a contrast
there is between our own shores and the coast of Labrador. Here one is
never out of sight of some guiding light, there not a lighthouse—not a
buoy. Such a voyage makes one the more thankful for the experience and
faithfulness of our own valued ship's officers, tried servants of the
Society for the Furtherance of the Gospel, who have the interests of that
society and of the mission at heart, and whose annual voyages to Labrador
involve a full share of responsibility and anxiety.

Thursday, 25th.—Passed the Isle of Wight this morning, and Beachy Head
in the afternoon. As night came on the long rows of electric lights on the
marine parades of Eastbourne, Hastings, and St. Leonard's were very
effective across the water. Got our pilot aboard at Dungeness just before
midnight.

Friday, 26th.—Home again! How infinitely good is the gracious Lord, who
permits one to go on His errands, and meanwhile takes care of all that is
so dear! We were off Margate when I went on deck, about 7 A.M., and
shortly afterwards secured a powerful little tug, which towed the
"Harmony" swiftly up the Thames to London Docks, where she now lies at her
usual moorings, awaiting the hundred and twentieth voyage.

"Then, at the vessel's glad return,
The absent meet again;
At home, our hearts within us burn
To trace the cunning pen,
Whose strokes, like rays from star to star,
Bring happy messages from far,
And once a year to Britain's shore
Join Christian Labrador."

I lay down the pen which has transcribed those lines of Montgomery's as
a fitting close to my chapter, "Homeward Bound." If it has had any
"cunning," it has been simply because I have described what I have seen
with my own eyes in Christian Labrador. Traversing nearly three hundred
miles of that grand, but bleak and desolate-looking coast, I met with
scarcely any heathen. Only at Ramah I found one or two who had no
Christian names, because they had not yet publicly professed Christ. They
were, however, candidates for baptism, and their few heathen countrymen to
the north of that station are, from time to time, attracted to the sound
of the Gospel. But if the mission in that land be nearing the close of the
evangelistic phase, our task is not done, and still we hear the voice of
the Divine Spirit saying: Separate me this one and that one for the work
whereunto I have called him in Labrador.

Yet I hope and pray for a wider result from these pages than increased
interest in the one field so closely connected with Britain by the good
ship "Harmony." Labrador in its turn is linked to all the mission
provinces in the world-wide parish given to the little Moravian Church,
and I trust this glimpse into the life and labours of our devoted
missionaries there will quicken the loving intercessions of my readers for
their fellow labourers in all our own fields, and for the whole great
mission work of the Church of Christ.

I will conclude with a stirring stanza[D] from another poet, who found
a theme and an inspiration in contrasting the wretched condition of the
people of Labrador, prior to the arrival of missionaries, with the
wonderful change wrought among the poor Eskimoes through their noble
efforts under the blessing of God.

"When round the great white throne all nations stand,
When Jew and Gentile meet at God's right hand,
When thousand times ten thousand raise the strain—
'Worthy the Lamb that once for us was slain!'
When the bright Seraphim with joy prolong
Through all eternity that thrilling song—
The heathen's universal jubilee,
A music sweet, O Saviour Christ, to Thee—
Say, 'mid those happy strains, will not one note,—
Sung by a hapless nation once remote,
But now led Home by tender cords of love,
Rise clear through those majestic courts above?
Yes! from amid the tuneful, white-robed choirs,
Hymning Jehovah's praise on golden lyres,
One Hallelujah shall for evermore
Tell of the Saviour's love to Labrador."

FOOTNOTES:

[C] For those who may be interested to know what hymns were chosen, and
what tunes were sung (without accompaniment), by the natives on this
occasion, I will append the numbers in our new English Hymn Book, as far
it contains their selection, 646, 788, 755, 834, and 1135. The melodies
included our Tunes 132, 26, 69, 205, 166, and 146.

[D] Labrador, a Poem in three parts, written to commemorate the
centenary of the Moravian Labrador Mission, by B. TRAPP ELLIS.

THE "HARMONY."

Captain: Henry Linklater.

Length (Extreme) 120 ft.

Breadth 27 ½ "

Depth 15 " 4 in.

Length of Mast 87 "

Tonnage 251 tons

Launched, April 24th, 1861.

The average duration of the outward voyage with the present vessel has
been 41-1/4 days, including a short stay at Stromness in the Orkneys. The
homeward voyage has been accomplished on an average in 23 days, including
the coarse up channel to the West India Dock. The whole voyage, including
the stay on the coast and visit to six stations there, has averaged
117-3/4 days.

THE TEMPERATURE OF LABRADOR

At Hopedale, the most southerly of our mission stations, thermometrical
observations during several years give +86° Fahrenheit as the greatest
heat (July 26, 1871), -104°, or 72° below freezing point, Fahrenheit, as
the greatest cold (February 2nd, 1873). The average temperature for the
year is -5° F. For four years the month of July was the only one in which
there was not a fall of snow. The average temperature of Edinburgh, which
lies in about the same degree of latitude as Hopedale, is +47° F. At the
Hospice of St. Bernard in the Alps, which is situated at an elevation of
7192 feet above the level of the sea, the average temperature for the year
is not quite -3° F. There winter and spring are much less cold, summer and
autumn much less warm than in Labrador